Waiting
Of course having put the ball in Indira's court by asking her to suggest a date I've now assigned myself the "waiting-by-the-phone" role more commonly associated with teenage girls. Or "waiting-in-front-of-the-PC-monitor" in this case as our communications regarding this matter (whatever the matter turns out to be) are by work e-mail, Bridget-Jones-style. It's driving me mad. I want the next beautiful, tentative, heartstopping, can-this-really-be-happening moment of contact to be now, not in the conditional future.
She's very good at the discretion thing, I have to say. Not only would no-one else ever guess there was something going on, I never would either. So perhaps there isn't in fact anything going on. That would certainly be par for the course. Always a good plan to depress one's expectations.
Anyway, tomorrow will be one week since our wine bar trip, Wednesdays are her only day off from the family, I would expect our next appointment to be in a week's time, perhaps two. We'll see.
I heard from an old schoolfriend for the first time in 24 years yesterday. I saw his name on the Friends Reunited website, after trying for years to track him down via web searches, and sent him a message. Apparently he's now an athletics statistician by trade, which seems eminently suitable given his interest in athletics, mathematics qualifications and somewhat obsessional nature - he used to memorise the pop charts back to the year dot when such things mattered to us, or indeed to anyone. He's sent me a list of key and not so key dates in his life (sample: "1985 - got very drunk while on holiday in Berlin"). I'll have to think of a suitable way to reply now, while what I should really be doing is painting a second topcoat on the spare room floor.
Actually given the time and my failed attempts to track down the paintbrushes it looks like the floor project will have to be deferred until another day. This evening has been a little fraught anyway - before I got home Mrs K tried to stop one teenage girl in the block beating up another and Girl 1's father and mother roundly abused her and threatened to throw a brick through our window. Girl 2 was taken off to hospital and the police came. Then the boy Muffin (actually a large lad of 20) got overexcited on hearing about the incident and when told repeatedly to calm down punched a small but noticeable dent in the kitchen wall. Which episode probably upset Madame K more than the contretemps with the neighbours.
Interestingly, Girl 2 is the daughter of the lady downstairs who dislikes us intensely because we flooded her twice during our renovation works. Perhaps she'll warm to us a little more now, although you never know with people round here. Mrs K has agreed to be a witness should the case come to court so I suppose we'll have to park the car round the corner and keep an eye out for retaliation. Mrs K isn't one to be intimidated anyway.
On the bright side the Jessica Rabbit vibrator I ordered from the ladies' erotic emporium finally arrived, so we have something to look forward to, or Madame does at any rate. She's also found the paintbrushes for me, although the fact that they were located precisely next to the paint pot has probably lost me an almost incalculable number of brownie points. I'll spend an hour scraping old paint off the stairs instead.
Bim has accepted an offer of alternative accommodation from the Council who are chucking him out of his "short-life" property after 20 years. Exchanging a view of the park and the lake for a view of the organic food co-op and close proximity to the Elephant and Castle isn't much of a swap to be honest, but at least it's a secure home and he should be in a position to buy a place of his own once the inheritance from his Mum's recent death comes through. Did I mention his brother was almost drowned in the South-East Asian Tsunami on Boxing Day? A bit of a difficult year for the family, all things considered.
She's very good at the discretion thing, I have to say. Not only would no-one else ever guess there was something going on, I never would either. So perhaps there isn't in fact anything going on. That would certainly be par for the course. Always a good plan to depress one's expectations.
Anyway, tomorrow will be one week since our wine bar trip, Wednesdays are her only day off from the family, I would expect our next appointment to be in a week's time, perhaps two. We'll see.
I heard from an old schoolfriend for the first time in 24 years yesterday. I saw his name on the Friends Reunited website, after trying for years to track him down via web searches, and sent him a message. Apparently he's now an athletics statistician by trade, which seems eminently suitable given his interest in athletics, mathematics qualifications and somewhat obsessional nature - he used to memorise the pop charts back to the year dot when such things mattered to us, or indeed to anyone. He's sent me a list of key and not so key dates in his life (sample: "1985 - got very drunk while on holiday in Berlin"). I'll have to think of a suitable way to reply now, while what I should really be doing is painting a second topcoat on the spare room floor.
Actually given the time and my failed attempts to track down the paintbrushes it looks like the floor project will have to be deferred until another day. This evening has been a little fraught anyway - before I got home Mrs K tried to stop one teenage girl in the block beating up another and Girl 1's father and mother roundly abused her and threatened to throw a brick through our window. Girl 2 was taken off to hospital and the police came. Then the boy Muffin (actually a large lad of 20) got overexcited on hearing about the incident and when told repeatedly to calm down punched a small but noticeable dent in the kitchen wall. Which episode probably upset Madame K more than the contretemps with the neighbours.
Interestingly, Girl 2 is the daughter of the lady downstairs who dislikes us intensely because we flooded her twice during our renovation works. Perhaps she'll warm to us a little more now, although you never know with people round here. Mrs K has agreed to be a witness should the case come to court so I suppose we'll have to park the car round the corner and keep an eye out for retaliation. Mrs K isn't one to be intimidated anyway.
On the bright side the Jessica Rabbit vibrator I ordered from the ladies' erotic emporium finally arrived, so we have something to look forward to, or Madame does at any rate. She's also found the paintbrushes for me, although the fact that they were located precisely next to the paint pot has probably lost me an almost incalculable number of brownie points. I'll spend an hour scraping old paint off the stairs instead.
Bim has accepted an offer of alternative accommodation from the Council who are chucking him out of his "short-life" property after 20 years. Exchanging a view of the park and the lake for a view of the organic food co-op and close proximity to the Elephant and Castle isn't much of a swap to be honest, but at least it's a secure home and he should be in a position to buy a place of his own once the inheritance from his Mum's recent death comes through. Did I mention his brother was almost drowned in the South-East Asian Tsunami on Boxing Day? A bit of a difficult year for the family, all things considered.
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