This is one of my favourite pieces of writing and it’s by Peter Ustinov. I first came across it in his autobiography ‘DEAR ME’ which I read in the mid 70s. It has always stuck in my mind as such a loving romantic piece.It sums up in many respects how I feel about my Raven … Love you Baby.
For instance, if you wake up in the night, and as your eyes become used to the dark you begin to make out your favourite features creased with the kind of concentration babies devote to sleep, and you catch yourself smiling at the sight with an unaccustomed warmth you can be pretty sure that you are looking at the woman you love.
It gives me an enormous pleasure to watch her when she doesn’t know she is being watched, when she is being publicly engaging, or privately thoughtful, buried in a book, before the make-up mirror, or just asleep. And she has the kind of sense of humour which invests trouble with proportion and happiness with grace.
A perfect woman could have no personality but she is a harmony of delightful imperfections, which is the most flattering thing I could say about anyone. I only hope my imperfections seem half as delightful to her.
It is so easy to give if there is someone willing to take; it is so easy to take if there is someone with so much to give. She has made me into something approaching the man I once hoped to be, both privately and secretly. She has come to my rescue at a turning-point during that exhausting, terrifying and magnificent journey of self-discovery we call life. And for that I am eternally grateful.