I think he sees my retirement as having a hand-grenade chucked into his world. He wasn't happy for a few days until we had 'the talk' about what adjustments both of us were having to make. I don't relish the thought of being with him 24/7 any more than he does - in fact the thought of it makes me cranky and I am fighting the urge to be rather unpleasant to him. That's so WRONG isn't it? But if he will insist on closing the bedroom window on a humid, sticky night the results are me heating up like a furnace with hot flushing and becoming itchy, witchy and bitchy. All at once!
(image nicked from http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health)
Grumpy Trousers misses me sleeping alongside him far more than I miss him. He takes comfort from my warmth; but unfortunately I don't take comfort from his snoring, coughing, wheezing, belching and farting that keep me awake.
This is all pointing to separate rooms isn't it? I don't want it to come to that. Occasionally is fine, but even I would hate it to become permanent. I'll compromise on the belching and farting, and the snoring at a push, but the coughing and wheezing needs to be addressed.
Guess who will be the one to ring the doctor?