I’m not very couply

This isn’t a new weird thought. This is something I’ve known for many years. The weird thought is: I’m not good at being part of a couple. I don’t do PDAs, I don’t often hold hands, and I certainly would never, ever put my hand in someone else’s back pocket for reasons of affection. But this weird thought came to my attention recently when my husband went shopping.

I’ve never done this

Knowing how uncouply I am (I struggle even to read in bed side by side with glasses on faces and cups of tea cooling on matching bedside tables), a couple of weeks ago my husband bought this:

This is far too couply for me

In case you aren’t aware of this particular gadget, I’d better tell you what it is. It is a his ‘n’ hers iPhone charger. I hadn’t even known such an object existed before he bought it. And he didn’t ask me whether I’d be interested in co-charging my phone with him before he bought it. So I’m not happy with him! I have been using it but only because it is convenient. I don’t use it by choice. Every night when I stick my phone on charge I do it begrudgingly and with a wince.

This is one step away from his ‘n’ hers towels in my opinion.

This is quite low on my list of wants

And the final step to coupledoomdum oldmarriedcouply contentment would be Harold and Hilda jumpers.

The lovely Harold and Hilda

I can assure you that that is NEVER going to happen.