was that the Wednesday Flamingo Files, or rampant ramblings of the discarded and inconvenient?

Rainy, showery, I felt damp all day. I like the rain. I wanted to go home and nestle into my bed and maybe after I had slept 12 years I might have read a book or 3, while small servants I don’t possess brought me tea and cake. I was trapped, damp and mouldy in the Basement of Discontent though, making my list of people to hit with a stick on my last day, longer and longer. Some friends are on the list now…they will have to do much to get off it. I am upsizing the stick too. Now I will have to use two hands to swing it.  Seafood and corn chowder cup-a-soup didn’t really ease the itch to run out the door, screaming, like Mr Rochester’s discarded and inconvenient wife.

How many books about humans and their relationship with their dogs does the world need? Marley and Me has a lot to answer for. You know what everyone needs? A back fence and a good neighbour. Remember the old days when your mother stood at the fence gossiping to the woman on the other side? That is what everyone is missing. A gossip pal! Hence why we spend time reading books about dogs and buying birkin bags,  and gasp, horror, blogging…our neat little isolation has brought us low. Except in the case of blogging, because lets face it, if I am doing it, it must be a superior art form. Comment closed.

Boss is back. He actually came back on Tuesday, his scheduled day which threw all the pundits off. We were betting on Thursday at the earliest. He separated from his wife earlier in the year, but thinks none of us know. Hunney, you don’t have lease papers going through the office fax if you want to keep things private. Anyway he talks freely to “outsiders” about it, but not to his office buddies. How can this be? Does he think we are gossips or something?  When he speaks to people he talks in a very loud voice, well actually, his voice is pretty boomer most of the time. If he is having a private conversation he sometimes shuts his door. It makes no difference as we can hear his voice through the closed door, and of course the closed door just makes everyone curious and listen harder…. Wife decided motherhood and particularly wifedom was asking too much of her so she asked him to leave. Being married to Boss would be like being married to a hyperactive 10 year old so I can sort of understand her position.   As he was the parent who appeared to be the primary care provider for the 2 children, little bit sad for them that Dad is no longer resident. Mum wanted to find herself and make jewelry from kitchen articles and she got 15  minutes of fame because she made jewelry from kitchen articles, not so much because she made jewelry, but it was enough to swell the ego….and you would already know all this if you stood at my back fence.  

When I was a little baby boomer we had a neighbor who would make morning tea for my mother and hand it to her over the fence on a tray with a tray mat and all, on the days my mother did the laundry. In those days mothers did laundry (washing, it was then) on a Monday and as they all had either coppers to boil it in, or wringer machines, it took them all day. Neighbor was also the lady who introduced me to the library, so my mother and I have a lot to thank her for.

Daughter 2 sent me a cryptic email mid afternoon : “so far today I have worn 4 different pairs of shoes, and that's not counting my slippers”.  Glad she is keeping in touch. The multishoes are a mystery yet to be solved though.

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