Last Christmas I attended a farewell function in Manly for my brother Gordon’s best mate, a Welshman named David, and his wife Bridget and their 2 kids. They’d decided to go back to Britain to live after 8 years in Sydney. The kids were reaching high school age, and David thought they’d get a better education in the UK, or so he said.
The family stopped off for a short holiday in Hawaii on the way home. One morning Bridget woke up and said to David: “You don’t want to live with me any more, do you?” “Well,” David apparently said, “I hadn’t actually thought about it in those terms before. But now you come to mention it, you’re right. I don’t”. And that was that. Well, that’s David’s self-serving and no doubt drastically censored version, anyway. Even so, I suppose there are a lot of worse ways to end a spent marriage.
More to the point from my perspective, David had already bought tickets for himself and Bridget to come back to Sydney and watch the Wales versus New Zealand match this coming Sunday at Telstra Stadium. Understandably Bridget is less than enamoured of the idea, so David has a spare ticket that’s now coming my way. We’re also seriously contemplating making it an (almost) all rugby boofheads’ weekend and going to Manly Oval on Saturday night to watch the Wallabies versus Ireland match on the big screen they’ve got set up.