Today is one of those days. Whilst everything is going OK (at work and at home, given all the situations), I have this slightly strange feeling that, in a single moment, one little thing could mean that everything starts unravelling and collapse in a jumble on the floor.
Yesterday. It’s wet. And cold.
To be honest, anywhere in the cold, very damp conditions of today, looks quite grim. Plus, I arrive at the station – never the best place to see a city. Add to that, that, I may have paid extra for a 1st class ticket with a guaranteed seat but it’s the first time the train has been used that morning and the heating isn’t working in the carriage, after an hour’s journey it’s not really going to place you in the best frame of mind.
Of course, I should say ‘no’. If anyone was asked, they would tell me, as a piece of serious advice – ‘say ‘no”.
I mean, it’s a nice idea but, the last time that we did a party with many different types of friends was when we did the ‘Leaving for Italy’ party. That was a very special event as we did not know how often, if at all, we would see these friends again. And, in fact, we have not seen most of you since we left for Italy. This may have something to do with the fact that we rarely come back to the UK.
Last night, we (that is V & I) were invited for dinner at FfI’s. When we reached Isola, V went ahead to her place and I went to get her some cigarettes from a place that she had told me about. It’s a slightly strange thing here because cigarettes are sold only at tabaccherias (tobacconist shops). You cannot buy them at supermarkets nor off-licences but only where they have the ‘T’ sign outside.
V’s being very nice at the moment. In fact, this has been so since last weekend. I’m not sure why.
The week before, I would be lucky to get a reply to my “Hi” when he walked through the door of an evening. I made coffee every morning; washed up every night – until Thursday night when, because it had been a hard week at work, I just couldn’t be bothered. The following morning, I made tea, for myself only as V doesn’t really like tea.
On the Saturday morning, he didn’t make coffee when he got up, as he usually did. I asked “Are you angry with me or something?”. Apparently not.
But then, from Sunday onwards, it has been a completely different story. If I haven’t had time to do the washing up in the evening I find, later, it’s been done and coffee has been sorted, ready for the morning.
Just today, after he had been out getting some sort of shopping, he came back and we had a conversation just like nothing had been happening for the last couple of months! It was nice. It’s how I hope it will always be, although I guess there will be times where it will be like it was last week.
