For Tom, the green, green grass of home is still sharing life with Linda
One of the binds of having an extraordinarily long marriage, like Tom and Linda Jones's 58-year partnership, must be questions about how it has survived - and then disgruntlement over the answer.
Because the answer we all want about marital longevity is a heart-fluttering, lightly existential comment on the benefits of zen-like tolerance, weekly date nights and unquellable, life-long lust.
Not, as Tom Jones gave in an interview published last weekend, a response that instead mentions depression, infidelity and a point back in the Seventies where his wife punched him several times in the face over one of his dalliances.
"She's lost her spark," Tom said of Linda - although, importantly, the resounding themes about his "solid" partnership were of love, respect, dependency and gratitude for the life they've weathered together.
"She is an unbelievable woman," he said. "She's the most important thing in my life. All the rest is just fun and games."
I'm sure Tom will be criticised for being candid about Linda (75), although mainly by single people who "haven't time for a relationship" and smug marrieds who've been together seven minutes.
But I very much enjoyed this wholly unvarnished look at the long slog of staying legally tied for nearly six decades to someone you first met when you were both 12. The fact is that the vast majority of weddings which we maxed-out credit cards to attend this summer will implode within the next five or 10 years, in a nappy-scented fug of mutual disappointment, shagged tennis instructors and costly solicitors' letters.
This rot sets in even if you did have a sublime Puglian villa-wedding with an Instagram hashtag. It happens despite your joint solemn adherence to visiting Bella Pasta every Tuesday night in order to discuss "non-mummy and daddy things" and "keep the magic alive".
I've long suspected that any couple's love which survives over 30 years relies heavily on selective deafness and multiple televisions. The deafness is handy for avoiding hearing the other one tell a story that you've not only heard 66 times already, but which you also know isn't completely true.
Televisions in different rooms are vital when one of you loves Homes Under the Hammer and the other loves Columbo re-runs. Also handy is a dog which needs frequent walking - often via the pub - and the option of a spare bedroom for those nights when your beloved is snoring like an asthmatic warthog inhaling tapioca.
None of these things is remotely romantic, especially the most stringent requirement of a long marriage: mutual pig-headed stubbornness.
Tom and Linda Jones could have easily divorced at any point over the past six decades. By easily, I mean that with excruciating emotional pain and a lot of tedious paperwork they could have gone their separate ways upon earth.
Tom could have swallowed an enormous divorce payment and had a lot of other weddings with skinny things with pert chests who, inevitably, would become as familiar as Linda themselves and need upgrading.
Linda could have banked the money and remarried a man who didn't perform pelvis-grinding pop songs in Las Vegas to a sea of screaming knicker-throwers.
Being married to a showbiz god when you're happier in the house reading paperbacks must be virtually impossible. Staying married to a civilian who doesn't gasp when your starry self enters the room must take enormous willpower.
But, instead, Tom and Linda seem to accept - as many normal everyday couples do, too - that, regardless of how imperfect home life is, it holds a damn sight more substance than the new or the unknown.
Many have chosen this path, like Tom and Linda, and are seeing it out to the end. Quibbles about her growing reclusiveness, smoking, or the stuff he got up to in 1976 are nothing more than window-dressing.
Regardless of it all, wherever Linda is, Tom classes it as home. That, I cannot help, but think, is a definition of real love - and it's one that's rarely paid tribute to in Hallmark cards.
These are the nuts and bolts of real love. Older people don't mention this much at weddings because the bride and groom would run a mile.
I liked the part of Tom Jones' interview when he said he loved speaking to Linda on the phone, wherever he is in the world, as they still have the same old giggle they always did. The idea of a person lying about on a hotel bed in London, chatting and laughing with their spouse in Los Angeles, still solid after 56 years, is rather special.