Sure, the man pushes the Dyson about the floor from time to time, does some of the cooking, makes up the fires and has taken to cleaning out the ratties when I used to do it far more quickly...
But Housemaid's Knee? Come off it!
Still, it's been a week of reflection for me, while trying to make him comfortable in his swollen agony, which allowed me to spend a little more time in Blogworld than I normally would. Which is nice.
In other news:-
1. I rescued a confused pigeon (or 'flying rat' as my ex-brother-in-law, the eminent psychiatrist used to say!) from the window of a shop. Noticing the pigeon behind the glass, coo-ing out at me, I understood he was not destined to be a part of the cheap but cheerful window display. Unless I've missed something and live pigeons are very 'in' this season!
Between the cheery, if surprised, shop assistant and me, we guided the little critter out of the shop, she wafting the shop's brochure and me using my weighty, book-filled college bag as shepherd's crook, while simultaneously trying so not to wreck her window decor of sofas, TVs and empty X-Box boxes.
The only-slightly-dazed crazed creature left us with no words of thanks as it shimmied out of the door back into the street. "There's our good deed for the day", I shouted to her as I re-joined the drab grey street, smiling... I was left wondering if it had wanted to rent an HD TV to enjoy the Christmas viewing schedules.
2. After your wise and kind words on my last post, I took my anger to therapy. It was a good place to leave it, while discovering that we learn more from challenging people, more than we ever learn from those with whom our interactions are mainly plain-sailing... Worth knowing.
3. At the weekend, we had a stellar falling-out with a friend of many years, who thought it was a blindingly good idea to park his dilapidated campervan on our land for up to two years, in payment for which he'd put down some hard-standing and do some gardening and tidying-up on the plot. This is a man not known for keeping his word, as others in his manipulative family tend to have more pressing demands upon him. They are the bane of his life. Accordingly, he gets easily distracted by his and their compelling issues and, all too rarely, completes any job he sets his sights upon, frustrating his casual employers to say the least.
In his plans I could see only problems ahead for us, culminating in him not managing to carry out any of the promised work, while having his van become our problem and be a constant reminder - to me at least - of unfinished business lying between us.
I have enough unfinished business in my life at the mo' sans taking on anyone else's. Of course, I am the ogre of the piece for having refused him. He cannot see that his failings and/or burgeoning paranoia are his problem, not everyone else's.
I, on the other hand, know everything!
3. Meantime, to cheer my spirits, I watched two of my favourite films, click on the links for more information, mes bloggy cinephiles - Mr Blanding Builds His Dream House and Blithe Spirit. Pure escapism. How bloody lovely! There is something relentlessly reassuring about old films...
When I grow up I want to be Madame Arcati. That's if I can't marry Mr Cary Grant.
4. Of course, I'll never get my fantasy man when I leave the house without my trusty make-up bag which I'm never without, and take to using a pink Sharpie pen as lipstick in some desperate, slattern-like attempt to look less monstrous for a meeting!
5. Finally, (you sigh), I'm off for some more training this weekend for my wedding celebrant work - Wish me luck! Things may be a little quiet here - At least until after the weekend, but then I seem to be mainly posting weekly or twice-weekly at the most here at present. I honestly don't know how I ever managed to hold down a full-time job!
Isn't the golden autumn light beautiful at this time of year? Mwah!