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April 12 Repartee.................................................................................
Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before? Man: Is this seat empty? Man: Your place or mine? Man: So, what do you do for a living? Man: Hey baby, what's your sign? Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning? Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy. Man: Your body is like a temple. Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
.......................................................................... April 02 How to impress.....HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN...
HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN...
January 14 A different Sunday Morning.Ooooh he was very different this Sunday to the way he was last Sunday. I wonder why? For once, the first time for ages, he got up first and brought me a cup of coffee and some toast to have in bed. I didn't say anything, just waited for him to bring it up. Eventually he did.
Him: Are you going out anywhere today?
Me: Hadn't planned on it.
Him: Thats alright then.
Smiling to myself I ate my toast and drank some coffee. There was more to come from him yet.
Him: Where did you go last Sunday?
Me. I had a bit of a drive round
Him: Didn't you stop anywhere?
Me: Course I did
Him: Oh......
Me: I went to the loo at Watford Gap
Him: Oh yes?
Me: Mmmmmm
Still smiling I finished my coffee and warned him there might be toast crumbs in the bed.
Him: I got worried about you, you know!
Me: Did you? Why?
Him: You didn't tell me where you were going
Me: No, you were asleep
Him: You could have left me a note
Me: I didn't think.......
We went on in the same vein for some time until it was obvious he was getting sick of it. I asked if there was any more toast and, with ill grace, he went off to make some. I'd got dressed by the time he came back.
Him: I thought you said you weren't going anywhere.
Me: I'm not
Him: Then why have you got dressed?
Me: Because last sunday you moaned about me slopping around the house half dressed.
Him: Do you want to eat the rest of your breakfast downstairs?
So I did. Looks like whatever I do I won't win with him. We had a quiet day and I didn't go out. No I sat at home here and read the papers, finished my book and had a little sleep. Which meant the Sunday dinner was late so he complained about that instead. No, there is no chance I shall ever win with him. Thing is you see I allow myself to be wrong so he will have something to moan about. It keeps him happy. I think. Even got a kiss off him this morning when he went off to work.
I waited until nine o'clock then I drove off to my favourite sevice station. On the off chance, you understand, but neither Big Pete nor the courier lady was there. I even had some lunch, which I didn't enjoy, hoping that one or other of them would come in. Thats the way it is these days. Living in hope. XVX
January 06 Sunday morning's alercation.Hmmmm. We had a little argument this morning which resulted in me losing my temper with him. Which is unusual and in fact surprised him more than it did me. It went along something like this:
Him: Why do you always slop about the house with that old dressing gown on?
Me: Because I like it.
Him: Why don't you get dressed?
Me: Why, are we going somewhere?
Him: Don't think so.
I'd brought coffee and the Sunday Bloody Telegraph to his bed knowing that Sunday was a day of rest, at least for men.
Me: You used to like looking at me like this at one time.
Him: Oh did I?
Me: You know you did.
Him: Ummmm (takes a mouthful of coffee)
I'd done him two eggs two rashers of bacon and fried bread and he ate the lot without a word.
Me: Was your breakfast alright?
Him: Yes.
Me: What else would you like?
Him: Nothing else.
No chance of a bit of meat and two veg there then.
Him: Are you going to get dressed?
Me: No.
Him: Why not?
Me: Because I am more comfortable like this
Him: What if someone comes round?
Me: Like who? Are we expecting someone?
Him: No.
It was becoming all the more futile by the minute. I went downstairs, found my book and had just started to read it when he hollered down the stairs:
Him: Where the hells my soap?
Me: Wherever you left it.
Him: No its not!
Me: Then I don't know.
Loads of thumps, slamming doors and swearing from upstairs.
Me: Have you found it?
Him: No.
Me: Get a new bar out of the cupboard.
Him: There isn't any
Me: Yes there is.
Him: Well I can't.......(crash thump bellow!)
Me: Are you alright?
Him: No.
Me: Whats the matter?
Him: (Crash thump clatter) I can't find the bloody soap.
At this point I decided enough was enough. i knew there were at least six bars of soap in the cupboard 'cos I'd put them there the day before, soon after I'd come back from shopping. I knew that if I went upstairs I'd end up shouting at him, knew if I stayed where I was he'd shout at me. So.........
You know I keep a pair of shoes and a coat in the car, amongst other things. What I call my emergency kit. Other clothes too but my coat most importantly. This means that should I decide to take off somewhere in a hurry I can do so withut worrying too much about what I may or may not be wearing. I know exactly where the ladies room is at Watfor Gap services and where I can park very easily without being seen. There is a space next to the lorry drivers park..........
I shall go home later, when I have simmered down, by which time presumably he will have done so too. Until then I will doze and listen to the radio and watch the bigwheelers moving in and out. yawn. In another lifetime I want to be a lorry driver. XVX
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