It's called companionable silence.
Takes many years of practice 
It's called companionable silence.
which is preferable to having a tiff
We talk about each other's interests, sometimes I can look a bit glazed but at other times it's quite interesting.
As per harrigran and merlotgran we chat all the time but also collapse into the companionable silences especially since DH has discovered a computer game that he actually enjoys. The only thing about that wretched game is just how long it took him to find that it had a pause button!
I often have to repeat things about three times because he is not listening properly so that takes up quite a bit of time
We talk about family & friends, the news, politics, our future plans, TV, interesting things on the internet and our cats 
. Although, tbf, it's probably me talking for 75% of the time.
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'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 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!! 
It's easy. We've been married 48 years. I talk and DH pretends to listen.
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 
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).
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