V used to say that I was too nice.
What he really meant that I was a bit of a walk-over.
I always said that I preferred to be a walk-over than be someone who was always in things for what I could get from them.
But, you know, just sometimes, I wish I wasn’t like that? For I get annoyed but suffer it in almost silence.
This weekend we go away. I have arranged a ‘dog sitter’ to come and take the dogs out.
It’s not ideal as they will be on their own most of the day and all night – but there’s not much I can do about that. The dog sitter is a reliable guy. I used to see him in the park all the time, looking after someone’s dog or dogs. He got a lot of business, I could see, but he was really good with the dogs.
And then, yesterday morning, I am Skype messaging with a friend. This friend has some problems (but, then, who of my friends doesn’t?) and I have been empathetic as she will be leaving to go back to her own country soon. In fact, it was supposed to have been at the end of the summer. It’s dragging on a bit.
She has a ‘best friend’ in Milan but it seems they have fallen out. She has some stuff ‘stored’ at said ‘best friend’s’ house. She needs to get this stuff before she leaves Italy. She suggests that she come and stay at my flat (if it’s OK) whilst we are away.
If that’s OK?, she adds.
I can’t think of a really valid reason for it not to be OK.
Except that I don’t really want her there. I don’t know why, really. Is that terrible of me?
Worse still, she was suggesting that she come tonight! F isn’t terribly excited about that and nor am I.
She finishes work at 5 and will call me then. Maybe it will be too late for her to get a train? We would both prefer if she came up on Saturday morning (but early).
If she does come then at least someone will be there during the day and night for the dogs. So I need to concentrate on that.
Other than that, of course, I’m looking forward to this long weekend away with F. Just the two of us and (slightly guiltily) without the need to rush back for or get up early for the dogs.