My first post of 2009 isn’t full of joy and cheers and laughter I’m afraid as I’m well and truly fed up with gloomy, cold, dark days especially when it’s now back to work and back to early mornings time. I’m usually quite a chipper soul but it’s been a real struggle to be cheerful since Monday. Come on weekend, where are you? And especially, come on Spring, where are you?
On the brighter side I have started to investigate florists for my (should that be our?) forthcoming nuptials this July. Have discovered flowers that I didn’t know existed, have been promised wonders by one florist already and now know that I can’t have Lily of the Valley in July as ‘they can’t be forced’ (sounds painful). Hope this sunny disposition towards florists remains once they’ve come back to me with ‘ballpark’ costs. Somehow I doubt this very much…
What is it with hangovers getting worse as I get older? Had one of many work christmas dos on Friday night and obviously drank a shed load of wine as it would have been rude not too. Fully expected to feel rough on Saturday (which I did), even expected a little bit of roughness on Sunday, but to still feel wretched on Monday is just unacceptable. Perhaps it’s something I ate rather than the gallons of wine….or perhaps that’s just wishful thinking and my liver is actually damaged forever……
Got the last train home from London last night after a lovely lunchy, drinky evening with a friend. Last trains home are never pleasant so my friend and I decided just to have a wee snooze on the way home. We were sat opposite each other, both in rows of three empty seats and soon fell asleep. I expected to wake up at the next station but I didn’t even get that far as I was woken up by some random foot fetishist freak stroking my foot! Some random dirty old **** had sat diagonally opposite me and decided to stroke my foot that was resting on the seat next to him.
When I first woke up, I was a little bit confused as to what was happening and immediately put my foot on the floor and stared at the guy who was pretending to read his paper. Was a bit of a delayed reaction on my behalf, but I thought I can’t just say nothing. So, in a reasonably loud voice I asked him if he thougt it perhaps best if he moved seats. To which he looked at me totally shocked. So I repeated my request and then he asked why I wanted him to move. So I told him I didn’t feel comfortable with him sitting there. By now, people were looking round (all men I might add, no women) bit no one else said anything. After I’d asked him to move again a couple of times, the perv then whispered, I only touched your foot by accident, I don’t think there’s any reason for me to move. What a crock of sh1t! And, I hadn’t mentioned antyhing about foot touching and stroking someone’s foot enough to wake them up is not the same as touching someone’s foot by accident.
Anyway, we were pulling into a station and a fellow passenger who was getting off asked if I wanted him to get the guard (the only person in the carriage who offered any assistance at all). I said no, as I couldn’t see what that would achieve, and woke my friend (who was out for the count for the whole mucky episode) and we moved seats.
Firstly, I was angry that he’d done that to me. Secondly, I was angry that only one person offered any assistance at all. Thirdly, I’m angry that I didn’t know what to do and how to handle that situation – should I have got the guard? Should I have insisted that he moved? AND, I’m angry that certain people still think it’s ok to act like that towards other people. In the grand scheme of things, it’s obviously not the worst thing in the world that could ever happen to me, but it’s still gross and made me feel so mucky, bleugh and physically sick if I’m honest.
Ladies - beware of train pests. I certainly won’t be dozing on a train for a while.
So, still full of the joys of spring after a particularly eventful day in London (including a trip to the top floor of the Gherkin – very impressive) I was very much looking forward to a dinner date with three of the ladies tonight. All was planned for me to pick up lady 1 and 2 and meet lady 3 there. However, lady 1, who had a baby back in December, texted me this afternon telling that her husband was in a ’strop’ about her coming out this evening as he felt that she would be, and I quote, ‘too far away’ should anything happen, and so she wouldn’t be joining us for dinner this evening after all. It’s probably necessary to point out that ‘too far away’ equates to a 15 – 20 minute drive away from home.
Initially I was angry with him for daring to suggest that she couldn’t come out – is he not the baby’s father? Has he not had 5 months to learn how to look after his own child? What does he suppose she would do ‘if something happen’ during the day when she’s on her own with THEIR child and he’s hundreds of miles away (as he often is with work)? Will she not be allowed to stray more than 10 minutes from her own home until the child is old enough to leave home and get a job?
But surely some of the blame lies with her? Who, in this day and age, allows their partner to dictate when they’re allowed to go out? I was under the impression that parenting was a shared occupation – has she excluded him so much from the child caring that he’s unable to cope on his own for a couple of hours? Does she salt and pepper his dinner that she’s lovingly prepared to be on the table waiting the minute he walks in the door from work (as my great-grandmother apparently used to do for my great-grandfather)? Is the reality that she doesn’t trust him to be left on his own with their child?
Despite protests from me and ladies 2 & 3, lady 1 still couldn’t be persuaded to come out, which does inevitably lead us to question what this husband ’strop’ could possibly entail. I’m disappointed, angry and frustrated that the situation has even arisen. Perhaps this particular husband thinks that staying at home with a child 24-7 is some kind of luxury and a treat for lady number 1, rather than the often thankless task of raising children. Why should his wife want to go out and leave the child?
The child in question is a lovely baby girl and I just hope that she doesn’t follow her mother’s current example and that she becomes an empowered, independent and strong-minded young lady.
As for the husband, his ears should have been well and truly burning after our conversations over dinner….
