The stubborn feminist

The first big piece of news for today…

I’m delighted to tell you, in listening to Radio 2 and Smooth Radio on repeat over the last few weeks, Tony and I now have our very own song.

Our song <3 is *drum roll, please*: Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift’s The Joker and The Queen. (Tony is the joker. I’m the queen – or the princess, as he insists!)

 

Now, onto today’s second news item…

I’ve pointed out in previous posts that Anf and I are a bit of an unusual pairing….

Tony is double my age (I’m 35, he’s 71).

Tony is the opposite sex (I’m female, he’s male).

Tony has children (I don’t).

Tony has a partner (I don’t).

Tony has blue eyes (I have brown).

Tony is round (I am linear).

Tony can’t get around as easily as he could (I am eager to exercise – well, when I’m in on mode!).

Tony likes to get up early (I love sleep).

Tony is very relaxed (I’m a stress bucket).

Tony doesn’t sweat (I have smelly feet).

Tony is from a generation where gentlemanliness is seen as a good thing (I am from a modern generation where female independence is celebrated. And I have a furious, raging, revolutionary feminist within me that is desperately seeking a world where everyone is equal.)

 

You might think a few of these would lead to a catastrophic explosion in the way we get along. Especially after four weeks together. Making fairly big decisions on where to go next. Having to pay for lots of different bits and bobs. Living in each other’s pockets. Doing stuff day-to-day. With very little time apart.

All of this to say that my respect for Tony increases every day as he tolerates and adapts around the awkward feminist ways that I have developed, that are so very far away from what he knows. I’m sure he’s going insane inside, but he does so well to keep his cool and let me be me.

OK. Context given, let’s resume our travel story, shall us?!