What on Earth can we talk about?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

what happened to my ***?
Perhaps if I type L******m Road

DH has just spent 10 minutes explaining to me who it was he met down the town this morning (don't know them, 'you must do, they live in Road), all about the man's hip operation and how much better he can walk (very good) how, whilst they were chatting the man's ex-wife walked past and said a cheery 'good morning' (gosh), and another five minutes explaining exactly where they were when they had this conversation - surely you know where I mean (no).

DH is currently reading out the list of ingredients from soup recipes in the Guardian. As this includes recipes from Yotam Ottelenghi there’s been a lot of “Why the hell...?” and “What the hell....?”. It’s filled ten minutes. And no, I’ve no idea why they’re soaking their courgettes for 20 minutes or burning their aubergines over a naked flame (sounds like a recipe for disaster for a couple of old codgers).

We talk about everything and anything, what's going on in the world, politics, people we know, the children, the grandchildren, books, films, travel, history, religion, all of it really. We enjoy reading The Sunday Times together, my husband inevitably reads out whole passages that I've already read, but that's okay. He plays golf three times a week and does like to run through the aftermath of that at times, I try to listen with feigned interest I'm afraid, that and his interest in sports per se is probably one of the few areas we don't have a shared interest. Some evenings we retire behind our different screens with headphones, me to catch up with something on I Player because I so often fall asleep at 9 pm and miss something I've wanted to see and him to watch golf videos on You Tube, but we are happy with our separate mutual differences, companionable silence as others have said. I remember reading or hearing an interview with Esther Rantzen who was widowed quite some time ago, when she stated "I've plenty of people to do something with, but lack a special person to do nothing with". Quite profound

It's easy. We've been married 48 years. I talk and DH pretends to listen.

We talk a lot about every day things. What to have for dinner, am I going to he park with him and the dog etc. But what drives me mad is when I ask him about something important to do with our future and he doesn't answer. I say "Well what do you say?" and, apparently, he's thinking about it. Later I realise that he never did answer me. Worse than that is when we have talked about something - just the two of us - and then the subject comes up when we are in company and he has a totally different opinion to his original one (or maybe he hadn't had an opinion before). This drives me mad!!

We've been together since we were 15 so 49 years and have now lapsed into talking about the tv adverts, work, family, our cats or what we should be doing with our lives but can't decide. That sounds like we talk all the time but in reality don't say much to each other

We've been together 40 years and chat on and off all day about all sorts really not as much as with daughters or friends but its OK neither of us do small talk anyway.

We do have a lot of companionable silences. MyDH is quite a quiet man.
We both read th3 papers and find quite a lot to chat about in them.
Yesterday we noticed that the young boy who was abducted by his parents to have cancer treatment has got the all clear.
A young lady was upset because a cosmetics company didn’t want her to model for them. She has bad acne.
Meghan is getting babtised.
The best one was from Rod Liddles column. A soldier , after spending a lot of time and energy helping people in the snowy weather, was charged 50p when he asked to use a pub toilet.
Oh and pony riders have been warned that they mustn’t get too fat for their steeds!

A mixture of all those for us. Some days we are quiet, other days there seem to be interesting items on the news or from our families. We have separate hobbies so must admit my eyes start to glaze over when he goes into the minutiae of how he has repaired one of his bikes. My conversation of course is interesting and not at all boring

We can spend most of the day in the same house with hardly a word passed, also when we are out in the car. Probably a lot of it is because we have had different groups of friends for years, different interests. He will talk for hours about the "old days" around this place if he can find someone to listen, I have no interest in it (don't call it home even though I've been here many years), fishing, horse racing, football. Also spends hours watching (often falling asleep) films etc on his laptop while wearing headphones.
Also play the hearing game, all the "what'd he say..." lol. So unless I can be bothered to practically shout or repeat everything at him I tend to not bother.

We talk as much as we ever did (and that’s a lot). Especially as everything has to be repeated several times due to problems with hearing/short term memory/not listening in the first place.

Oopsadaisy12, don’t forget ‘I didn’t know you were speaking to me’, that is rather than the other 50 people who live with us !
We have a mixture of chat about all sorts of things and also companiable silences.

Like others we do both. We can usually find something to chat about, today it's about the boiler which seems to have given up the ghost. We are waiting for someone, anyone, to call us back!

My late DH and I were together for over 45 years and never ran out of things to talk about.