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Five and seven
Last weekend, Mel suggested her coming over and staying for two nights. "We could relax a bit more." I smilingly acceded to the suggestion for as long as she could see my face, then let it unmask into worry in the kitchen. Is it now that the little irritations start? The sexless "tiredness"?
In fact, the weekend didn't seem a moment too long. Mel's spent most of the past thirty years in Greece, so I overcooked us a spanokopitta, which came out rather dry and spongy. She'd said that the oven was fast, so I turned the heat down and left it in longer, but in future I'll just follow the recipe.
It didn't matter at all. Afterwards, she put on the shoes, and my other investments. We turned up the heating, which, handily for lovers, is included in the rent here. She looked down at her tits, bemused. She doesn't find herself as sexy as I do.
Reporting this to Kim after she'd left, Kim said "so, looby, are you going to have your Boring Years now? Stable girlfriend, own flat?"
I went to the bingo and raffle afternoon yesterday and sat with some of the other rezzies in my block. I was nervous about how I'd fit in, and felt scrutinised at first, but as the chicken legs and chocolate rolls kicked in everyone relaxed.
We're not allowed to sit in the communal lounge, so we're all in the right angle of a corridor instead. Six women, two blokes. "Oh!" said Keith. "So you've come for your initiation then?" Carol juggled her tits when 88 came up, and I said "ey up, double trouble". "Don't make me jealous!" said Lena. Brenda farted as I was going to get one of my prizes. "Was that you?" I said. "Don't mistake me for a lady, love." I wondered if we were being secretly filmed by Ken Loach.
They knew all the phrases for the numbers, a folk knowledge that will die out soon, with words like "fat" and "legs" being censored as mechanical numbers-only bingo takes over. I was taught several new ones. like 77, Sunset Strip; 69, Yours and Mine.
I won a tube of hand cream, a tin of baked beans and a packet of cheese straws in the raffle. Brenda asked me afterwards if I'd enjoyed it and I said "no, it were shit." I helped with the tidying up, in order to conceal from the block's management evidence of us associating.
I picked up the post from my old address the other day. If one simply ignores debts, they eventually dwindle and die.
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Well that’s an offer! Other than you’ll always have trouble opening a new account.
Yep, looks like you are settling down - for the time being!
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As the debt company writes “you could be free of your account", you can almost hear the sighing in their accounts department. It’s *them* who want to be free of this worthless debt, discounted to almost nothing.
And we’ll see about the settling down bit. If I know what I’m doing next Tuesday I’m doing well.
You’ve moved, have entertaining neighbors, and are enjoying good sex with an engaging woman! i’ve been away for a bit - tending to life - and am caught up with looby.
Good to hear you’ve got your first jab, too. i backed into mine - had been volunteering with the local amateur radio crew to support the large vaccine clinic, and was there when they had a few ‘end of day’ leftover doses. Still not doing much out and about, but it feels better to have that sorted.
Hello DF! Nice to see you back, you jab thief! At our clinic we had to sit in a room afterwards for fifteen minutes to be monitored for any sudden reaction and the feeling of relief in the room was palpable, illuminated by the light at the end of this seemingly interminable tunnel.
Who’s jealous now you lucky bastard! I wouldn’t mind a weekend with a woman to roll around with but alas tis not to be… but once the vaccine kicks in look out!!
and on a long enough timeline all debts are wiped away ;) well played sir.
Same think applies to illness. If you pretend it doesn’t exist, sooner or later, it doesn’t. That’s what I’ve found, anyway.
Oooh, I don’t know about that. I nearly died when I was nine years old because my mum ignored my appendicitis for months. Mind you, getting to see a doctor isn’t easy here.
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