... … this morning I watched a woman vomit on the train.
She was terribly neat and discrete about it, getting everything in a plastic bag, no mess, no fuss. But what I noticed the most was how terribly sweet her husband (one assumes) was about the whole thing. He found her the plastic bag, tied it with a knot after the deed, found her tissues for the little mop up, gave her a little cuddle and generally fussed and took care of her. I thought it a lovely example of true devotion, when it counts. Flowers and dinners out are all well and good but when you are puking on public transport, that's when a beloved really needs to come to the fore.
Monday, November 12
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whoa.
Gotta admire a neat, petite, polite and quiet vommie though..
Wow, amen to that! The guy's a saint! And the woman a true lady!
How nice.
Yep, he's a keeper that one.
Heroes come in many forms!
;o)
- Lee
They do indeed. Who said we don't like nice guys???!
Been there. Done that. Then the bitch repays that kindness by running off with some guy who treated her like dirt.
Seriously... you girls really don't like to hang around guys like that.
This girl does Mr Bear, I've hung around my nice bloke for 18 years now, no plans to go anywhere!
methinks she was plagued with morning sickness. what a sweet and kind man. i wonder if he'd done that if she was just hungover from a stiff night on the turps?
lol
I'd have gone the morning sickness angle too, but I saw her this morning, running (fast) for the train, so perhaps the turps theory is more likely.
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