I have been distracted from writing because my poorly husband has been spending all his 'well moments' using the internet. Thankfully, for his sake as much as mine, he has gone back to work today. All evening he was asking "Can I eat this" and showing me lemon cake or vegetable soup. He looked crestfallen when I gently explained that as he had had a tummy bug, not a good idea.
We have several house plans going at the moment including a possible loft conversion. This would be used to house the already too many trains (both child and adult versions) and train sets and generally have a 'cinema type room'. I know what this means, it means I shall have to bend and allow a mahoosive television set and some leather arm chairs (could well end up being lazeeboy style a la Chandler and Joey from friends). I don't know why I am so resistant to the sight of a television. I LOVE telly although I do have a little rule about not having it on during the day. This rule is in place for me as much as my son as I think I would inevitably be drawn into ringing all those premium rate numbers to try and win a Nissan Squarial or £1000 cash. I would also achieve even less because I'd want to watch 'This Morning' and those chat shows where the host/hostess seems to really care about those kids with ASBO's.
I went to collect Monkey from nursery and no-one really spoke to me. Firstly no-one let me in through the security door, they looked the other way and continued chatting and then, once inside, I felt invisible even to Lone Dad who appears without fail to collect his son. This was really disappointing as I had chatted to Lone Dad once before and, as someone who doesn't want to appear rude, I sorted of grimaced at him. He didn't return the grimace so now I feel a real outcast. I overheard one horsey mother who, incidentally, never makes eye contact with me, saying how she had clippered her son's hair but not with any great panache because she was more used to clipping a horse. Perhaps it's time for me to dust down my riding boots and turn up fully jodphured in order to secure some conversation.
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I used to embarrass ignorant people who did the 'I'm blanking you today' thing.
One person I worked with would speak some mornings, but not others. One day I went in and said "Good Morning," and was ignored; I tried again, ditto, the third time I said: "How many times do I have to say good morning, or have you just decided not to speak to me today?"
Like your style M&M! I might just try this myself. Either that or just moon at them - I'm afraid the 'haughty' attitude seems to compel me to behave a bit outrageously.
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