Friday 8 February 2008

The path of true love.

They do say that the path of true love rarely runs smooth they should also have written somewheres that management simply does not do "waiting".

Now the last time she really did not do waiting it was our house in Brittany, waiting there was taken over with the anxiety of knowing which of the two houses we had been discussing with the French estate agent he thought we had made an offer on.

There was a brief few hours where we could have ended up with either of them...

She had almost forgotten, well it was 15 years ago, how she went into work of a morning , sat opposite her colleague in the office and ran through the:

You have bid half what this place is selling for?

Yes

You are a social worker manager who has never run a hotel?

Yes

You are buying a hotel?

Yes

You don't cook?

Yes

You will be the cook

Yes

Rhys does not do housework?

No

He is going to run front of house?

Yes

Have you ever seen him in clothes that don't feature oil stains?

No

And he is going to be running front of house?

Yes

Whilst of course I sat at home, having taken the sensible precaution of telling the boss where to stick her job, waiting to see if the deal was on.

She had of course the dramas and theatricals of a Social work office to divert her, not to mention newly born twin babies she was smuggling past the boss every morning into work.

This time she has no such distractions and the whole house is treading on egg shells.

Me?

I am off back to my bunker......

R

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