I was eating some rather smelly washed-rind cheese this evening.
I’m rather fond of the stuff, every now and then.
I remembered a time (back in the day) when I had bought some and it had stunk out the car in the time taken to transport it from shop to home.
John was rather cranky, I laughed at the crankiness.
Because cheese is delicious!
A few hours later I understood the crankiness because the car was still stinky.
This is a memory that only I now hold. John has forgotten it.
It is now only mine.
I remember the crankiness, laughter.
And the understanding.