While I was alighting the bus early this morning, I noticed an elderly couple getting down the same bus as me. They were right infront of me. I saw the old man holding his fragile looking wife's hand as she slowly descended from the bus. Something about the gesture touched me.

I wonder if my husband will hold my hand when I'm shrivelled like a prune. I wonder if he would still hold me even when my breasts has sagged to the floor. Will he clean me up if I get too helpless to clean myself up? Will he sit and smile while i ramble like an old battle axe in my senility? I wonder if either one of us will still be around when we are old and feeble.

Just some thoughts this morning. The cold gloomy weather is really getting to me. Bleargh.