Philippa isn’t happy with me at the moment. She dislikes my lack of sympathy about her ankle, she dislikes the fact that I’m not obsessed with cleaning the house every day the way she is, and she dislikes the fact that I saw a picture of Victoria Pendleton in the paper today and said “Jesus - she can ride my bike any time she wants to.”
Basically, she doesn’t like me, or anything I do.
Today, for the first time in months, I am remembering why I used to like having girlfriends that only existed in cyberspace. Online relationships don’t have much sex involved but at least someone you only ever contact by e-mail can’t give you the silent treatment for days on end. Well, they can but you don’t really notice the difference.
I’ve also upset Nathan. I popped round to check up on my cat Gerald (and, let’s be honest, to avoid Philippa) and we got chatting in the kitchen over a coffee. Nathan is planning to train for the priesthood, he tells me, but is wondering whether to put it on hold while he supports Hannah in her quest to be an actress. I managed to stop myself laughing, but only just. Unimpressed, Nathan said “Don’t you believe that someone can go from a small drama course in Norfolk to the biggest stage in the West End?”
I said “Maybe. After all, I’ve seen someone go from being a promiscuous, angry young girl to being a celibate, pious young woman.” Nathan (even more unimpressed) said “Are you talking about anyone in particular?”
I said “No. Just someone I read about in the paper”
Then we sat in silence, then he quoted the Bible at me, then we sat in silence again. Then I came home and got the third degree from Philippa about where I’d been and why I was late, and then we sat in silence eating supper, and then we sat in silence on the sofa.
I have to say the best part of my day was the silences.
RC 27-7-12
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