In a final push to the end, we finally have NO BARE PLASTER! And I can't begin to tell you what a difference it makes. I had no idea that the dull pinky colour of plaster had the ability to suck the life out of a room. Only when it has finally gone has it become apparent. There is a whole new atmosphere abounding in the home. It may be that we have spent the last two weeks working almost non-stop on the house, pausing only for work commitments and then dashing back to resume, or it may be that the troubled one has been put back into therapy. Last time was effective for a period of around nine months. This time, I imagine will have a longer lasting effect. Why? Because this therapist is phenomenally tough. I thought the last one was, er, forceful. This one is made of titanium. There's no calm aura of hushed reverence. Instead you get 'this is how it is, this is what you need to do, I'll see you again in four weeks'. KerBam! Whop! Zap! Bloodied but unbowed we stumbled out into the rain.
Imagine this though. She has ordered, nay ORDERED, us to go out as a couple AT LEAST once a week. Tough call.
My youngest asked me the other day when we'd last been out together. Normally I'm quite sharp but I stumbled over the reply. I could not remember. Now we've been ordered*. Do you think the shrink would mind if I sent her the bill? OOGF has expensive tastes that requires frequent application of bubbles. And I'm not talking fizzy water.
But what I don't know, and possibly never will, is this. Is it the fact that troublesome is in therapy: that he and his siblings were away for a week, or that she and I HAVE to go out more that has lightened the atmosphere at home, or is it that finally, for the first time in the 18 months since we moved in, we have no bare plaster anywhere?
*Expect desperate reviews of obscure foreign films as we search for something to do every week
7 comments:
Sounds like it's all of that :)
I suggest you just enjoy the bubbles.
I agree with Mig.
tough call, eh?
enjoy it!
bubbles every time. . . it's an investment
it will do wonders
(weirdly, I love that pink colour of plaster and once painted a room exactly the same colour)
I think it's the absorbency of the plaster. the oogf described it well, she said it's like a dementor sucking the life out of a room.
timely HP reference I hope you all note.
Can I just say how nice it is to have you three ladies as my (only and remaining) regulars. I am touched by your presence here.
it is always a pleasure to be here and catch up with you, dear beep
now - how much champers have you consumed in the last week? my bet is. . .
. . .NOT ENOUGH!!!
(what about Pimms? does she like Pimms? perfect Pimms weather here - hope it is with you too!)
Zilch. De Nada. Niente. And now she's gone and gone off to Leeds or somewhere in the frozen North.
Wanted: Companion with whom to down several glasses, nay bottles, of Champagne.
Damm, I wish I'd checked back earlier, I'd have been over like a shot:) Any left over? Bring it to Cropredy :)
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