When the old couple met after years of saying they wouldn’t as they feared upsetting the other’s world there was a time of adjustment.
There was no doubt they enjoyed each other’s company, and they spent a lot of their time travelling about looking at things uniquely Australian.
The old lady sat close to him whenever she could, she loved to listen to him wax on about where they were and the history of the places they were present in.
She wasn’t all that familiar with geography but trusted he wasn’t leading her astray and knew where he was at any one given time.
His house was old, and he didn’t have many of life’s mod-cons but what he did have was a love for her that she basked in. She was forgiving about the changes to her life style, so long as he was there to hold her hand.
She knew well before she met him in person that he didn’t have much, that he was an ordinary bloke in an ordinary world, but he was who he was, and that was all that mattered.
Together they had what each had so long desired, a love and a commitment to take each day as it came by, to care and nurture the other, laugh as much as they could and keep up the chat they had craved for so long.