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.

21 comments:

  1. Buy her some flowers, sounds as though she's had a shit couple of days!

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    1. I would not resort to such transparently cheap tricks, John. Besides which, flowers are her department by agreement. She has already bought a large bunch to take to the funeral this morning.

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    2. Cheap tricks can also be appreciated

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    3. It is ME that is not that cheap.

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  2. They probably get triple time pay if they 'work' at night. Makes you wonder what they do in the daytime..... oh, of course, they go round saying 'shhhhh'.

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    1. I wonder what the Polish for 'shhhh' is?

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    2. You could be right, Sue. I have no way of telling, ever since I looked up the Japanese word for 'cunt' on the Google translator = 女. That's the last favour it ever did for me.

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  3. OK, then buy her chocolate... or new pajamas! Better yet, chocolate AND new pajamas!!! Face it Tom, she needs some attention!

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    1. She gets enough - up until about 8.00 last night. Attention was resumed at around 8.10.

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  4. Maybe you should have done what you said in your last post Tom......got in touch with your feminine side. Just tell H.I. you love her and cook a lovely meal tonight. She is going to need it after the day she will be having.
    Good to hear that you have more projects on the horizon....you said that something would turn up.

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    1. Well she really enjoyed the funeral actually. I know what she means - a good funeral is quite a laugh. I got the local supermarket to cook for her tonight.

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  5. I am not surprised at the coolness! I suggest flowers are in order.

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    1. WHAT IS THIS - HAVE I PORTRAYED MYSELF AS SOME UNFEELING MONSTER OR SOMETHING?

      Right, I am now going off to listen to the Archers as I cook - yet again - for us both.

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    2. Monsters have feelings too, you know... sob...

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  6. sending you a virtual bunch of roses
    (give one to your missus)

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  7. I have never thought that you were unfeeling .....one can read between the lines you know.I think that there is a very kind soul in there and H.I. sees it all of the time.

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  8. PS i HAVE DELETED MY FINE MINI VIDEO OF A BLACK DRAG QUEEN giving it "large"
    I hope you are a happier bunny!

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    1. I tried to respond to this comment last night, but the net went down and it all got too much for me. The drag queen is still nodding away on my blog list... you c***.

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