IF HE KNEW.
That an occasional bunch of flowers or the tiniest “surprise” gift would thrill me more than anything.
That if he remembered to tell me I am looking nice—and not merely think it—l should look nice far more often!
How exasperating it is to have a good dinner spoilt by being kept waiting while he “ finishes off ” some odd job which could be done just as well afterwards. How I resent being taken for granted. I would love him still to think sometimes that there is something rather marvellous about the fact that I am his
wife! That a visit to the theatre or the talkies would do me far more good than all the doctors’ “ dope.” How I screw and scrape to save him every penny I can—and that a word of praise would make the job seem far more “ worth while.” How I worry when he won’t take a mackintosh—let alone an umbrella—■ when anyone can see it is going to rain “ eats and dogs.”
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Otago Witness, Issue 3995, 7 October 1930, Page 62
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169IF HE KNEW. Otago Witness, Issue 3995, 7 October 1930, Page 62
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