Can't remember my reference to 'waving not drowning@ - but it is a poem I know:
Not Waving but Drowning
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Stevie Smith
Sorry if that is too much of a downer for anyone. But it's still an amazing poem.
Does DH enjoy your spag bol, Row?
"We can both be right, it isn't a case of life being on a flip of a coin with one right side and one wrong. My coin is often still falling through the air, DH's is always sitting on the back of his hand, waiting to be uncovered to reveal heads or tails."
That is one of the best pieces of prose I've read for a long time - it sums up marriage so well.
Enjoy the w/e, all of you, even the battle with dust!