Friday, 13 February 2009
Sticky February - or - fluff and marriage
Madame's mother say Madame needs a husband. Madame says Madame needs a nice long nap, a creme egg, and some one who will come and fix our stupid computer and then go away and let her enjoy her creme egg in peace. I would like that but without the creme egg.
Creme eggs are evil - causing sticky fur and fat madames - and should be stopped - but do take up less time and space than a husband.
We could get rid of some of the junk from under the bed - then we might have the space for a smallish husband. All the cds and dvds and old diaries and boxes of old postcards and birthday cards and the roller skates and the bathroom scales and the unused camp bed (for emergencies) would have to go.
But then we have our busy shedules - every day I struggle to find time for my morning nap and my mid-morning nap, a lunchtime snooze, afternoon siesta time, post-dinner doze, pre-bedtime forty winks. I need my rest or I just don't sleep well at night.
Madame has all her stuff to do - films and knitting and books and knitting and walking and more knitting.
And we both need to spend plenty of time wondering what it would be like if we lived in Ittoqqortoormiit or Tashkent or on Inaccessible Island.
Not much time in there for a husband.
Of course a husband might be useful back up for those moments when Madame comes stumbling in at 1am full of red wine and regret.
But apparently you have to feed husbands and iron their socks and make sure they have access to Sky Sports or they morph like damp mogwai into evil demonic gremlins who exile small bears to dusty corners of attics where they are nibbled to death by mice while madames are forced to watch Bond films and do cooking.
I think we will be struggling on without a husband. :o)