Ode to Bob the goldfish!Or is it orbituary (don't suppose many goldfish have one of these)
A day cannot get much better, when our five year old discovers dead goldfish in bowl at 06.30am, thereafter follows four other siblings, Paul trys to resucitate goldfish, not pretty, not successful and not reccomended.
Let me start at the beginning, 'Bob' the very large less than charming goldfish was just yesterday a much wanted present from Grandma, he was presented in a bowl with plastic weed and bright green gravel. My initial thoughts were thats a big sad fish in a tiddly bowl. Tom is of course delighted and it is highlight of his birthday.(Only slightly overshadowed by his Liverpool shirt)
Once all the children are settled last night, I bend Pauls ear, tell him I am getting a bigger tank for the poor fish. I cannot believe I suffer endless save the elephant, look at the whale not forgetting watch the penguin walk across the ice wildlife programs and then get a goldfish in a bowl. To me this is complete hypocrasy... Anyway the poor thing did seem to flopping himself up in the air. Today the boys science teacher, who has heard of our bereavement tells me I was correct big fish needs big surface area of water to breath. In this case I would prefer not to have been correct.
So good start to the day dead fish, all children crying, two younger ones wailing and then our very stupid very vocal persian cat joins in his high pitched meew. The school run was a morbid one. Have asked asaid grandmother that we do not replace immediately. I have a feeling we may be inundated with fish as the news of the bereavement spreads, please no fish at number 6, mother at risk.
Sofa's and Divorce Papers
Now how could these be related, believe me they are. As anyone who regularly reads my blog will know, we have recently moved to a new house that Charles Church built and I am firmly putting our mark on it.(We still do not have light fittings only 10 weeks here though and I do look younger by candle light, Paul Garage is phenomemal boys workshop)
We finally agreed on the most beautiful leather sofa's in Laura Ashley, that lovely soft worn letter, and me in interior designer mode had made a little mood board, that only a girl will understand and before we moved in Paul agreed on two sofa's. He wanted a very bloke setting you know one small one against one wall, long one against the other, plasma screen in the corner. I really want the classic, posh London pad set up two sofas same size facing each other, which would highlight the absolutley fabulous stone fireplace that this room has. Today 12 weeks after Paul placed the order via the internet, they arrive the first one comes in and I think that is a little small, then the second one comes in and it is larger, so I say to the delivery guys 'Oh I think these are the wrong sofas' they should be both the same size' No they show me the paperwork and Paul has ordered the two different sizes.
When I close the front door I quite calmly call him at work to tell him of the delivery, yes thats right this is what he ordered. I hang up and cry, he does not deliberately do this, it is just Paul does not listen. I consider myself a low maintenance working wife, I ask very little but when I do I want it as asked for. I wanted two same size sofas to create a certain look. These sofa's mean that we cannot even all sit in the room at one time as there are 7 bottoms to accomodate, ok two are small but growing rapidly.
I shouldn't be upset he painted my lovely utility room pale blue, because he found some paint in the garage, has now changed the cream paint to white paint for Flissys bed. Just minor detail!
I cried down the phone to my friends I know, no one has died (Apart from of course bobfish) it is only a sofa but I would for once like to think he is listening. I feel very much like lastminute.wife, last on the list.
Conference Antics
Without releasing any details, I am an old hand at International Parties and conferences, I actually love that part of my job. Its always a headache, but I am dealing with someone the other side of the world who has it in for me! As I said I am low maintenance, I get on with it, I do it well and don't require thanks. (Although the odd bottle of veuve cliquot or bunch of flowers does not go amiss)
Signing off to go ignore the sofa purchasing, blue wall painting male I currently share my life with.
I will manage my frustrations and disappointment in a bath behind locked doors possibly with some mozart in the background.. I wish.
Loy
