We had an old friend to stay on Friday night, an old friend of mine really, the husband of my best friend who died a few years ago, he and I keep in touch and try to meet up once a year. He didn't arrive till 8pm and Mr H had been at the bottle beforehand, but we had a lovely evening catching up and didn't get to bed till 1am, so were both suffering from lack of sleep and too much wine yesterday, but we all went out for lunch and had a great day. Our guest left at 4pm, Mr H poured himself a drink and settled down to watch TV - after all we didn't watch any on Friday and he was having withdrawal symptoms - but he fell asleep within minutes, and slept until 9ish. Now in the meantime, I stripped the guest bed and washed the bedding, emptied the dishwasher, fed the dog etc etc. he slept. At 9.30 I went to bed, leaving him in front of the TV with more wine, and telling him that I had a glass of water for us both.
I slept for an hour until he came crashing up to bed, moaning that I hadn't brought him a glass of water. I pointed it out to him (surprise surprise "well I couldn't see it") and told him I was fed up with his selfishness and noisiness. His response? "Oh for gods sake, do you want me to live in Bradford?" Now it's not a bad idea, it's a 3 hour drive away, but I have no idea why he said that, we've never been to Bradford!
Anyway of course I lay in bed fuming for an hour or so while he snored, I got a few hours sleep before being woken by a dog desperate for a wee at 6am, let her out and sat downstairs with a cup of tea. His lordship descended at 8am
Me " did you let the dog out before you came to bed?"
Him " no, I forgot"
How can you forget to let the dog out before you go to bed?
And then there's today's selfishness, we had a leisurely breakfast with the papers until 11 when Mr H decided that he felt "dreadful" and returned to bed. I have remade the spare bed, cut the grass, done some weeding, 2 loads of washing; walked and fed said dog and generally completed household
chores, he got up for an hour, told me how bad he felt, and wandered aimlessly about, then returned to his pit, still feeling "dreadful" and possibly caused, he thinks by his tablets, not by the weekend consumption of alcohol. He hasn't done a thing today apart from feel sorry for himself.
Spare room for me tonight I think, where I can read, listen to music on the iPod, and generally relax without disturbing him, and without him disturbing me!
Hannah x
Oh, just as I pressed "publish" he came downstairs again to tell me that he felt awful and his legs hurt (why? He's done nothing) but thought he might sit and watch TV for a bit. Do I care? Not a lot, am in the garden with the iPod. X
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