Loves Games There was a time when they would cuddle in front of the TV eating Hagen Das out of large cream bowls. Put on weight and not give a **** because love was blind, for a while at least… Finish off each other sentences, then play Trivial Pursuits and laugh at those ridiculous, pretentious, impossible questions. Play pictorial with friends and cheat! discreetly, mouthing the relevant clues when the other players weren’t watching. There was a time when they would beat each other at cards, backgammon, pool, the conundrum on Count Down. Pit wits against each other during the $64,000 Who Wants to be A Millionaire? question. Tussle over the duvet. Elbow, kick and bite each other in semi-violent playful controlled aggression. Get drunk on cheap French/German wine make glorious love. But resist the urge to turn away moments later unwittingly giving off negative rays. Or commence arguing over the small stuff in some utterly pointless zero end-game. There were also time when they would miss each other like crazy-mad, chat on the phone for hours, reluctantly hanging up: You first No, you first, Then wander into the bedroom, stretch out and suddenly… become aware of the others left-over scent, and wish they were there, with them, when the lights were out and the streets were quiet and dogs were barking and a couple in the flat, above or below were making love and a baby was crying and they were laying there all alone. There were times when they would stand in a crowd and feel like the only two people on earth or at least the only one’s that mattered Snore loudly and fart like a trooper in bed because ‘blowing off’ in the dead of night made them giggle and laugh. Take lengthy baths, or showers together And in the morning, share the only pitiful toothbrushes on hand. Discuss the news, weather, having kids marriage, joint-bank accounts. Wear embarrassing matching outfits. Adopted speech-patterns while unconsciously imitating one another’s silly quirks and daft mannerisms. Hold hands, while walking down the street, in public in daylight sitting on a park bench on a beach, in Spain, Brazil, Senegal or Tahiti, thanking God over and over again for a life with the most perfect of human companions imaginable. There was a time….