So Bubs and I are walking along in Camden looking for somewhere cheap and cheerful to grab a bite to eat with a pew to discuss possible areas for us to move to. I have been worried for some time now that perhaps I am incapable of truly loving someone in that all-consuming, passionate way that I so long for and it has been playing on my mind heavily of late.

We are crossing the road having espied a suitable place, and at this juncture it pops out,
“Bubs, what happens if everyone has a quota of romantic love to spend in their lives, and I’ve used all of mine up?”
Bubs looks at me and in that way of hers that is so wise beyond her years (and a little concerned) and says something along the lines of,
“There can’t be such a thing and besides if there was, there’s no way you’ve used yours up. If there was a God that would be such an evil thing to do, giving people love quotas.”
“Yeah so maybe there isn’t a God?” I quip.
And here she absolutely canes me with her quick-witted thinking,
“So then there can't be any quotas then ‘cos if there were, there would have to be someone or something dishing them out and checking when you’ve used yours up.”

Phew!
Thanks to Bubs quick thinking, we narrowly averted another love crises in my life!

Just goes to show that sometime there's no need for Superheroes in your life.

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