Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Don't go breaking my heart
Funny how things turn out. Having finished the pear-tree carving, I found myself in the position of having very little hands-on work left to do, then a visit to a client to check the measurements for some non hands-on work produced a lot more potential projects, some of which are now stuffed into the pipe-line, albeit with their little arses still hanging out of one end.
Amusingly, one of these potential projects involves the replacement of an object which was stolen by a wealthy and - as yet - unidentified friend of his, during a garden party at which alcoholic refreshments were supplied. This little snippet of non-essential information has gone a long way to restore my faith in human nature.
H.I. is preparing to attend the funeral of an elderly student of hers this morning, and as she started, there was a phone call from another friend who told her the sad news of the death by suicide of yet another of her fairly elderly students.
We don't as yet know the details, but suspect that the poor woman had given up struggling with a progressive disablement and decided to opt out altogether. I really feel ambivalent about suicide - it is, after all, one's own business when it comes down to it, but I would have to be very desperate indeed to put all the people who I know love me through the misery of self-examination and loss of whatever it was that they loved me for. I always remember 'It's a Wonderful Life', when I think I am unjustifiably suffering and have such low self-esteem that I kid myself into believing that I have no effect on the world at all. Of course (you know me!) such moments of self-doubt are so fleeting that to blink would be to miss them, but you know what I mean. I put this down to optimism rather than arrogance, but maybe that in itself is a form of arrogance.
After my usual trip to the pub last night, I decided to have a pizza in a little joint which does good ones, not too far from the flat which is at present a little oasis of peace, shattered by the many building projects which currently surround it as mentioned in previous posts.
I called up H.I. to tell her that I was sitting at a table there, with a freshly opened bottle of rose wine and two glasses, and she somewhat testily replied that she had only just left the same establishment, and was now at home in her pyjamas, thinking that I was coming home to cook as I always do.
Eventually she saw sense, and promised to return and be with me in around 20 minutes (somehow it takes her about an hour to get dressed in the morning, and about 30 seconds to get into pyjamas at night... strange), so I settled back and poured myself another glass of wine in the evening sun.
About half an hour later, she arrived and sat down next to me. No sooner had we ordered some food from the waitress, than two workmen who I had not previously noticed began breaking up the pavement about 15 feet away from us, using electric hammer drills and pick-axes. This lasted for the rest of the curtailed meal.
I simply cannot tell you the state of mind I was in by the time we left the restaurant, but suffice it to say that H.I. is still a little cool with me this morning.