I want to be with you..

My gentleman told me this morning, ''I haven't seen you much this week, so I am going to cancel my weekly poker tournament and spend time with you.'' I was so thrilled.. It was unexpected and sweet. To this day I am amazed by his consideration and thoughtfulness. Maybe I'll get flowers as well..

Gentleman Please!!!

My gentleman showed his true colours again yesterday . Upon leaving work he saw a car go up on a curb and almost hit a professional man who happen to be black.
( this is relevant)

The man was terrified and yelled at the cab driver. ''Stupid Cabby''.. In a second, the cabby backed his car up , stopped it , got out and began yelling the at the man.

Calling him names I refuse to put on my blog.

My gentleman ran over and stepped in between them pushing each other. ''Gentlemen Please'', he shouted.

The black man began calling the cabby all kinds of Indian sub continent based slurs.

Telling the cabby to get back in his car and continue on his way( he had customer in his car), and the other man ,''its not worth it mate''.

The men stormed off in their respective directions.

Hope they learned something that day...

Oh the kindness

These last few weeks have been true test if my gentleman's stamina. He has endured pain without complaint and escorted me and a friend, all around England/Wales.

In total he drove 1000 miles!! He had injured his foot and it was still throbbing.

He became ill on our journey but quietly carried on. While my friend Heather was here, he insisted on paying. It was a battle of hospitality between the American South and proper English graciousness.

It may have been a tie, until Heather ever so carefully hid ''money'' in an area we would find it!!! Ah, well...

Now I have become con jested, I will carry on just like my gentleman!