What on Earth can we talk about?

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The Wonderful Man talks about his work, which is very varied and interesting; he asks my advice about relationships and situations he's dealing with; we talk about our friends, holidays, family, health matters and past/forthcoming activities. TWM belongs to the local choral society, a Norwegian conversation group and a men's cycling group - so lots to chat about there. He listens while I talk about my work and is very insightful and we talk about films we've seen, places we've been....he's very good company, but we do occasionally sit in companionable silence and that's good too.

We do most of that as well , ga, when we’re not discussing galangal and candle nuts.

Someone mentioned a Pam Ayers poem. There is another with a woman whose DH when asked ‘Do I look OK in this?’ says Yes if saying No means looking at four other outfits. Too true in this house.

We seem to have plenty to talk about. DH brings coffee up in the morning and we often talk for an hour or more before we get up. During the day we pass and maybe talk about whatever has just come up but the only meal we have together is dinner so we talk again then.

We talk a lot about family because obviously our family is far more interesting than anyone else's . Also about things on the news which we know we would have handled better than whoever the subject is. . Apart from that I really have no idea but we never run out of conversation.

He talks more to the tv than he does to me and I find it very wearing when he is holding forth about brexit or, his current pet hobby horse, the BBC, so, as now, I take myself off into another room because I like UNcompanionable silences. Other than that, when we do talk, it is mostly about family, the house, and generally mundane things. He is also quite deaf so he doesn’t hear what I say to him anyway.

just celebrated our golden wedding and we talk about anything and everything, public issues, news events, our respective joint and several all sorts of things to do with house and garden. Subjects that just interest us, plans for the future, finances and their management.

Companionable silence, indeed any kind of silence is rare in our household. Unless we are both doing something else. Like at present. DH has some work to do and as soon as I come off GN, I will be getting ready to go shopping.

DH and I never run out of things to talk about either. DH says I can "talk crap for England" and he just fills in the blanks.

Seriously though, we end up talking about either work (yuk) from which there is no escape, or our amazing grandchildren.

It's snowing again here so this morning we've been talking about the weather.

A mix of serious discussions, often prompted by something on the radio, lots of trivial chat and comfortable silences here. Neither one of us is an extroverted type of person and we’ve always been happy to be quietly companionable. He still makes me laugh after forty five years though.

DH and I do chat a lot about everything under the sun and we both sit quietly doing our own thing but one thing that's guaranteed every day is me calling him a 'twat' and him making me laugh out loud.
Today's laugh was while making himself a cheese and onion sandwich, he picked up the rest of the onion and proceeded to bunny hop around the kitchen asking ' what's this? 'No idea' Is my disdainful reply. 'Spring onion' he says giggling.
'You're such a twat' says I laughing, he's has an unlimited supply of jokes and silly ditties I don't know where he gets them from.

I would like a little more conversation but, on the other hand, who wants to keep talking all the time? Sometimes I see people yap yapping on their mobile phones and I wonder what on earth they find to talk about for so long.

What I do find a bit upsetting is that, although we have similar views of the world and political issues, our interests are very different. It would be nice to mention a book, film or artist and have at least the semblance of an interested response!

Personally, I think you can say what you like, chances are he won’t remember what you have said, even if he was listening in the first place.
Reminds me of a joke where a couple are in a car, the chap is very quiet and the girl spends the 2 hour car drive, thinking that she has done something wrong, she runs through several scenarios in her head and concludes that he wants to leave her.
The chap has spent 2 hours thinking about servicing his car and where he can get it resprayed.

When I said to an old friend of mine that DH and I were going out for a meal she said 'What on earth do you find to talk about ?' The answer is plenty, we are lucky. They only goes on holidays with groups as she says they no longer have anything to talk about, how sad.

I am usually a friendly person but on occasions I say to DH 'I am not in the mood to talk to anyone today, but I will talk to you'. ?

tanith I must remember the spring onion joke to tell DGS

Jalima ?

Perhaps tell him you are thinking about getting a tattoo, & would he think about having a matching one, but remember to keep a straight face .?

He’d probably say that it was fine, and then claim that you’d mumbled and he didn’t hear you properly

When our eldest son was in his late teens he came home from his new part-time job as a waiter in a local restaurant and insisted on a group hug with his rather bewildered parents.
He then explained to us that after several shifts at the restaurant he realised that as parents we were the exception rather than the rule; he said the majority of middle-aged couples he served had absolutely nothing to say to one another or simply sniped at each other the whole time and he'd realised how lucky he was to have parents who were still able to have interesting conversations.

ga, that's lovely, ahh. We've had quite a conversation this afternoon about which heater to buy, so that if/when our heating completely packs up, we can keep luke warm. Then comes the swearing, discussion because every bloomin one we picked is out of stock

Dh and I have just had an extremely interesting conversation about taking a toy chest back to Ikea after I added 50mm to 60cm and got 110 cms and when we got home the blasted thing wouldn't fit the available space.

Oh dear, kitty, still I expect that Ikea is just at the bottom of your street?

grannya - had to ?. I noticed this years ago. now when we go out to eat as a couple I have an agenda and save a few topics to discuss. Do you think others think we are having an affair?

I spent the afternoon decorating the landing. When I came down when I finished we started discussing when to take the landing carpet up and take it to the tip, from there we moved onto the opera DH is currently directing and that problems with his neck have affected his voice and his singing days are probably over. We then moved to the class I am doing. I am studying George Eliot's book, Middlemarch, which led onto a discussion about the social difference between physicians and surgeons when the book was written, which led to a discussion on the problems with the engineering project he is now working on. Now there is silence he is dealing with work emails and I am on Gransnet.

We do have spells of companionable quiet but also find lots to talk about. All of the above as mentioned by previous posters.

Also, we look forward to the quiz programmes at 4pm and The Chase at 5pm and try to beat the contestants. This certainly provides lots of enthusiasm.