"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
Footprints
She sat with him for almost an hour, her head resting, wherever possible on his discarded work jacket.
As they finally came down the stairs he remarked on a mark on the corner of the landing
"I thought at first I had caught the paintwork with my toolbox"
"No" I reassured him "the mark's been there for a while"
Like most things that you have lived with for a long time, that mark, to me had become invisible.
It's like the plaster indentation I left after I repaired the water damaged hole in the ceiling caused by The Prof overfilling the bath before getting into it.
It's like the painting hung in the corner under the stairs no longer in the normal line of sight.
and it's like the old stove too heavy to move which has sat outside the kitchen door for the past two years.
Things there, but things no longer seen to be there.
The mark on the wall was William's,
it was his footprint on my life.
A corner where he itched his bottom...... a pleasurable pain for him and a minor irritation for me.
The stain left by a thousand bum rubs.
An I woz ere grease DNA signature
After the engineer had gone I gathered up some cleaning spray and a cloth and marched up the stairs with good intentions.
But the mark is still William.
his signiture on a small life, lived quietly
and so, for the time being,
I've left the mark well alone,
Driving School
I was a tad early for my Driving Awareness Course so stopped at Theatre Clwyd for a coffee and a mooch. It was then when I checked my emails and realised that the course was scheduled for next Friday and not today!
I'm doing a great deal of these absent minded things recently.
With a sudden free afternoon I had a walk around the art gallery at the Theatre, bought one of those fan thingies for the top of the wood burner from a hardware shop in Mold and then took Mary in for a check up at the vets as her already operated on ear is playing up again.
75£ lighter we came home via McDonalds where she was treated to a cheeseburger for being a good girl.
I had booked a night out at with my friend Naomi tonight but we couldn't agree on a venue so I will catch up with her next week. I've also promised Gorgeous Dave a game of Badminton ....him in a pair of shorts may steam up my glasses unfairly!
Tonight I've got to bathe Mary in her new medicated shampoo
how rock n roll!
The postman dropped off a smaller pile of postcards today with a harrumph
"I'll be glad when this competition is finally over " he moaned as he popped today's entries through the window alongside a calendar of some scantily clad firemen sent from Angela in Australia!
you mucky cow!
I called him a miserable bumface
I called him a miserable bumface
The first homemade WALKING DEAD postcard! now we know one prise winner
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