Laura and I’s favorite vacation photo is a boring garden snap which prominently features Laura’s finger indicating the direction in which I should have taken the shot. We howled with laughter over this picture. We both thought each other was ‘the bossy one’ in the relationship. It was a source of endless mirth and some vexation that we didn’t have an umpire – like they do at Wimbledon – to hand down an official verdict. I was always pretty sure Laura would sweep the trophy. Of course, she thought I would.
Neither of us was perfect. Far from it. In Laura’s online dating profile she wrote, ‘I’m not perfect, you don’t have to be either’. It was a great relief. I strongly believe one of the reasons our relationship flowed so sweetly is that we managed to defuse, with mirth and teasing (we were both masters of the exaggerated eye roll), the odd little OCD foibles that can strain a relationship (me wanting the kitchen floor washed and bed made daily. Laura wanting the bathroom towels folded in thirds etc, etc, etc ). In this way our nutty edges were softened by playful acceptance and lots of cheeky ribbing.