For years I have had a recurring dream – not sure what it means. In the dream I find new rooms. It always makes me really happy. Wow a whole new room! Sometimes a series of rooms. Sometimes a whole house next door thats better that I could move into.
It happened on Wednesday. It happened by email. I opened it waiting for the latest hold up but in the end there just weren’t any more hold ups left. I own my house. Just me and the bank. I have my own life. I am no longer attached.
Interesting note: The property conveyance cost more than the separation agreement.
Speaking of which – there is a slow but steady trickle of readers requesting the separation agreement. I’m changing my email in a few weeks and although I’ve changed it here I notice that comments to older posts go to the old address still. So – if you want it, comment to this post or ones that come tumbling after.
(Can you name the nursery rhyme that inspired that last sentence?)
It’s been a grey and gloomy weekend weather wise – time to hunker down. We have made the most of it. I’ve managed to get out with the dog and burn a few calories, we went to the garden shop and got strawberries, a passionfruit vine and a lemon tree, we ate potatoes in their jackets and finally I took a list to the supermarket and did a speed buy to the soundtrack of Thriller. Presume it was a long play version.
Years ago I was in Farmers with my, then, young daughter. As we walked through the linen and towels section in comes a guy on some kind of shopping mission and he has three kids in tow. Looking back now the family looked a bit like a Wellington version of the West family. The kids were everywhere picking things up and being loud – but not noticeably being bad as far as I can tell. The guy wasn’t happy. He said: If you kids don’t behave, when you get home you are getting a good hiding.
That night I read my daughter her story and as I leant over to kiss her goodnight she said: Now Mummy – I’m going to give you a good hiding!
Oh no! I thought back to that fathers words earlier that day. And I was confused – what had I done to inspire her to give me a hiding?
Oblivious to what’s going on in my head my daughter smiled and dove under the covers, she giggled a bit and then popped out again. Ohhhhhh I get it – a good hiding! Ooohhhh wasn’t it nice that she wasn’t about to commit a violent act.