Two years ago an acquaintance of mine, then 78, lost his wife. Fifty-odd years married.
After a social bash one evening last week he was waiting for the chap who was going to drive him home. I said I hoped he wouldn't be waiting long and he said "Oh, I'm in no hurry to get home".
And I thought No, you poor old bugger, I bet the house is quiet.
Then he said "My partner has some friends round playing bridge and doesn't want me home too early".
And I thought Bloody good thing too, why bloody not!