It’s yellow rose time.
It’s simple being a rose. Just got to worry about getting the colour of the petals right. Can’t have a White Rose suddenly going red. That’s just a no no in Yorkshire. Would I trust myself to be a rose – probably not. Hopefully the gardener would attach a label to remind me what colour I needed to be.
For the last few years I’ve labelled myself. First of all I labelled myself as a WIDOW. Initially I was a YOUNG WIDOW but the young bit was stretching the truth a little too far. I was also labelled a SINGLE PARENT. Son also correctly labelled me a MUPPET.
I can think of a few other labels I could go for but sadly they would not be widely accepted…
- DIY expert
- 6ft tall
- Thor like.
I can think of a few more labels which are more applicable to me..
- I’ve been called a Socialist before – with some of my views, I probably am,
- Plant Killer – oh yes,
- Weapons Grade Cook – can’t argue with that,
- Metal Head/Headbanger – the cd collection and the Iron Maiden T-shirt gives that away,
- Newcastle United Fan – otherwise known as a Loser….
- Little Bro – yes I am the youngest sibling but bizarrely I am the tallest…
But last week I was reading a post by a wise blogger who can actually call himself a gardener. Suddenly I came across another label. A label which potentially fits as well.
I call myself a widow but in the eyes of the law, I am not. We were together for nearly two decades. Living as close as any couple. But we never got round to get married. We (I) thought we had plenty of time. My worst ever call. Going to take that mistake with me to my grave.
So given that fact then yes I am kinda a BACHELOR. It doesn’t sound right to me. It’s bizarre that until last week I would never have thought that label applied. Never crossed my mind. I know that I’m starting to overthink this. It’s only a silly label. It’s what’s in the heart that matters. But it did unsettle me for some reason.
Does WIDOWED BACHELOR sound any better.