I ADORE Boyfriend.
He is my daily miracle. After years and years of this sister doing it for herself this lovely man turned up in my life and now I could well be living the happiest days I will ever know.
He takes difficult lids off jars, he puts out the recycling and refuse, and throws away those scary icky things at the back of the fridge. My daughter asked me "What did we do for food, before Boyfriend?"
He is an erstwhile geek, therefore I have a fast, functioning computer.
He is trained in Massage so now I can get a good rub down any time.
He makes I larf and larf.
He is very romantic and supremely cuddlesome.
The pic below was taken at Glyndebourne last year. Yes, I know he is wearing the wrong jacket but he won't be told....note how linking arms with me causes him scoliosis....
Funny story....after the Mozart we ended up arriving where we were staying in the midst of the fag ends of a dinner party. We joined in and had some wine. One of the guests was a Polish Count who lamented that Glyndebourne wasn't the same now that the middle classes had taken it over. Another guest scolded him for this and entertained us by describing how Ken Livingston had hit on her in a cab they'd recently shared. When she turned him down, Ken tried again: "What about next week?"
Update: Boyfriend also intuitively knows when it's my mother ringing, and answers the phone. How good is that?! As long as she speaks to someone she is usually satisfied....Hallelujah!