Thursday, 14 January 2016

Witches, the lot of 'em..


I still can’t get my head around what happened this week. As far as I can tell, Hannah didn’t say she thought she was pregnant, she said she felt really unwell and it felt like how she imagined it would feel if she was pregnant.  Does that really make sense to anyone? Are you surprised I got the wrong end of the stick?
Philippa was her usual supportive self. I tried explaining it to her in the kitchen and she stood there shaking her head. “So she rang you for sympathy and support because she felt rough, and you end up accusing her of being loose?”
“I didn’t accuse her of anything. I just got the wrong end of the stick.”
“Yes, because you didn’t LISTEN. You NEVER listen. How can people rely on you if they know you’ll never even listen to them and completely miss the point they’re trying to get across to you?”
“I can’t believe you’re getting on at me. I thought you might support me.”
“I’ll support you when you’re right, but I won’t support you when you’ve been a twat.”
“Shouldn’t you ALWAYS be on my side now we’re MARRIED?” I asked.
She just said “Sisters before spouses, babe” and went and sat on the sofa.

RC 14-1-16

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