I've always been able to push her buttons and, Oh God, did she ever know how to push mine.At first, I didn't notice the change. I was so caught up in ...y little world that her gentle manner went unnoticed. If she would've typically pouted, stopped speaking, or slept on the couch, I would have noticed right away, of course. However, she still performed her wifely duties in the bedroom and around the house without overt hostility. It was very strange. For example, she used to complain about my. It was a year after retirement that Ted sold all of his photographic equipment, the tin was still there but there but there would be no new additions.One October a few years later I went round to borrow a saw to prune a tree in the garden. Mum and Ted were out so I let myself in and went to the garden shed and when searching I came across the biscuit tin. It was going rusty and I checked the contents to see if the photos were still ok. The tin had been hidden and the cold damp shed was not the. After Jenny says what’s going upstairs and into which rooms some get busy moving a lot of the furniture upstairs while the rest get busy outside. Mort goes back to checking what’s in the trunks they have.At the end of the day Mort knows what he has stored downstairs and the outside work is done. While he checks the finished work with Mort Ben says, “Right, we now have the pipes from the toilets, basins, and baths going to the privy. The toilets and laundry go to the leach field while the baths. This is about me and my wife. Though it would work just as well with a girlfriend, of course. The recipe isn't that precise.The whole thing is true. Only the names have been changed, to protect the innocent.And parts have been left out, to protect the guilty. Because let's face it, we need a lot more protection than the innocent do.Ok. Let's stop rambling, and get on with it. I'm going to tell you a sad story, with a happy ending. You're clearly up for reading about sex, otherwise you wouldn't.