Dp and I were in a pub restaurant last night having a meal to 'celebrate' his late sisters birthday. We were both extremely close to her, and although she's gone, we wanted to Mark the occasion.
Two tables away from us sat a lady and a man. They were in their sixties I would say, and I'd say the lady may have had a very mild learning disability, but the man not.
Soon as we sat down, the lady came over and sat with us the whole two hours we were there telling us all about her love of football and her life story. We couldn't tell her to leave us be, as that's just the meanest thing to do, but the husband never said a word the whole time, apart from in the middle of the meal acknowledged a story the woman was telling us about their wedding. I thought he could at least ask his wife to sit back at their own table, and dp and I obviously couldn't have our own private conversation.