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Relatives and other furniture
Nov. 19th, 2003 03:20 pmOK, I am sufficiently recovered from the House of Frogs not to need Wordsworth anymore. No more lamenting at the moon – until tonight of course, when my head/heart will be mangled by the caring sharing tearing mind of Amber Eyes. How I love this game!
Life has gone a bit practical on us. We are now the proud possessors of a double bed for the spare room (farewell pretty but painful futon!) a large and uncomely dining table (Smokingboot remains unconvinced of it’s usefulness) a chest of drawers, an office chair, a garden strimmer, a brand new moulinex food processor, some bathroom rugs, a very delicate bedside light, much bed linen, some children’s-TV-presenter-bright tops, and two thoroughly wrapped presents. Oh, and a cheque for a couple of hundred. This may be due to me feng-shuiing (is that a word?) our ‘Fortunate Blessings’ corner, or perhaps I just have to accept that nice relatives do exist, even in my reality.
BB’s folks were as kind and wonderful as ever, and Aunty was thoroughly excellent. Single and childless all her life, she has money to throw around and wants me to join her in Cuba next year for hols. Her principles are loud and proudly maintained. When Littlebro asked her opinion of the man he wants to marry, Aunty was brutal; ‘This boy is no Adonis,’ she said, ‘And he has no money, and he has no car, he sniffs all the time and he has a head like a pin. What the hell is the point in marrying a man like that? ’
She approved of BB though, because, as she told me when he was out of the room, ‘He is handsome and manly and he likes food and he has a car.’
It’s an honour to know someone with such clear priorities. Ah, Beloved Bear! I would date you even if you didn’t have a car*. Does this mean we're getting serious?
*I think.
Life has gone a bit practical on us. We are now the proud possessors of a double bed for the spare room (farewell pretty but painful futon!) a large and uncomely dining table (Smokingboot remains unconvinced of it’s usefulness) a chest of drawers, an office chair, a garden strimmer, a brand new moulinex food processor, some bathroom rugs, a very delicate bedside light, much bed linen, some children’s-TV-presenter-bright tops, and two thoroughly wrapped presents. Oh, and a cheque for a couple of hundred. This may be due to me feng-shuiing (is that a word?) our ‘Fortunate Blessings’ corner, or perhaps I just have to accept that nice relatives do exist, even in my reality.
BB’s folks were as kind and wonderful as ever, and Aunty was thoroughly excellent. Single and childless all her life, she has money to throw around and wants me to join her in Cuba next year for hols. Her principles are loud and proudly maintained. When Littlebro asked her opinion of the man he wants to marry, Aunty was brutal; ‘This boy is no Adonis,’ she said, ‘And he has no money, and he has no car, he sniffs all the time and he has a head like a pin. What the hell is the point in marrying a man like that? ’
She approved of BB though, because, as she told me when he was out of the room, ‘He is handsome and manly and he likes food and he has a car.’
It’s an honour to know someone with such clear priorities. Ah, Beloved Bear! I would date you even if you didn’t have a car*. Does this mean we're getting serious?
*I think.
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