Thursday August 7, 2008
Yesterday was buying paint day. I persuaded him to confine his rapid re-paint to the hall, stairs and first landing, and to the master bedroom, so there wasn’t too much of it. Even so, a moment of the old remembrances hit me and I shuddered silently. Mr Eagle Eyes caught me at it.
“What’s the matter,” he demanded.
“Oh, nothing, really. Just the realization that we shall have to sit still all over again, not making a mess. I miss making a mess. I’d love to make a mess once more.”
“We could always take the house off the market for a couple of years while you make a mess if you like.”
“Don’t be silly.”
From the DIY store we walked over to Morrison’s–note that, I said walked!–because I wanted some tomatoes to go with the ham I had decided would make us a nice sandwich lunch. Strange store, Morrison’s. Their tomatoes came from Poland. I can’t recall ever having bought fresh tomatoes from Poland before. They were alright. Not exactly full of flavour but when you consider they’ve been trucked all the way from Central Europe it’s something of a marvel they had any flavour left at all.
I sometimes think it a shame you can’t use canned tomatoes in sandwiches of the traditional kind.
Home, lunch, siesta and then the realisation that Graham had forgot to get new dustsheets.
“Darn it,” he said. “Do you think you could get them for me when you go shopping tomorrow?”
“Nah. Give me coffee and we’ll go down to fetch them now.”
“Great. You don’t have to come in to the store if you don’t want to.”
“Good. Wasn’t planning to do. There’s a limit to my DIY store endurance and I’ve already passed it today.”
Home once more, the Chilean chardonnay flowed, and we settled to a bit of TV.
All very relaxed and domestic, and nothing wrong with that. It’s been a while since we did the relaxed and domestic.
Then, this morning when I woke, I was seized with the sudden urge to sing a good old popular song. That’s been a while, too:
