Have you ever had one - or more? It’s something we all deserve but many never experience: some think they have it - but with time but it fades away, or worse morphs into a bitter parting, its origins a fantastical dream. For the lucky few, the dream lasts ‘until death do us part’. There are many examples of the statistical lucky few: just look at your local paper and the pictures of devoted old couples celebrating their 50th and 60th anniversaries. My literary favourites would be Abelard and Heloise and Cathy and Heathcliffe (Wuthering Heights). I was watching this week another ‘diet’ programme on BBC Prime, in which a complete fatty family goes over to the US for a ‘fat camp’ in a smart hotel setting. Not the husband though: he remained behind, content with his (fat) stomach straining the seams of his fishing stool. Both husband and wife were discreetly interviewed concerning their feelings about their partners’ excess pounds and the possible shedding thereof and even more discreet fishing about their feelings for each other. Typically, the wife was able to say, “…..he’s my life, he’s everything to me” (albeit somewhat embarrassed to produce the words), whereas the husband would only say, laconically, “…she knows how I feel about her.” Sometimes we females might wish our partners of some years would vocalise their feelings more as they did in the beginning but realistically, how often can you say the same things without eventually sounding clichéd? For many, actions are more diverse and speak louder than words: for example my man spent an afternoon replacing all the old plugs on chains in my house, with those nice pop-up ones. And I hadn’t even asked (well, not recently). This has completely changed my life! I am now a much nicer person. I know he would much rather have gone fishing. I love him for that.