A Sunday of Strangled Emotions

Ted was very off with me today. Beryl says he’s still punishing me for telling them we’re moving away. I had kind of guessed that when he said “Who the **** am I suppose to call on when I have another heart attack? I’m not crawling all the way to your new house, you b*****d”
Beryl told me to ignore him. 
Despite his contempt and hatred towards me we still had a pleasant afternoon. Their son Alan was over for a while but then went home to watch football. We played cards for a couple of hours but it got a bit boring when Beryl and Philippa started talking about ailments. Beryl has various ‘lady problems’ that I’m not comfortable hearing about, and I’ve had enough of Philippa’s ankle-related whinges for a lifetime, so Ted and I went into the other room to play chess. He gave me another couple of clues that I’m not his favourite neighbour at the moment: we played in total silence and he beat me in twelve moves. I’m not sure how long he intends to keep giving me the cold shoulder but I guess I’ll just have to ride it out. I would say he’s too old to hold grudges but it’s up to him. I’m used to people being horrible to me to make themselves feel better, so I’m sure I’ll survive.
I’m going to have a go at some origami now. I haven’t got a drum kit at home and I want a new hobby so I decided to go to the library and grab the first book in the ‘hobbies’ section and give it a go. I thought I’d get Archery or Algorithms or something but some lazy librarian has shoved the books back in the wrong order, so Japanese paper-folding it is… I might see if I can fold Ted a better mood. 


RC 22-4-12