Sophie and Tamara are firmly settled in Norfolk! Well, they’ve arrived, I imagine it’ll take longer than one night in their new flat before they start feeling ‘settled.’ It’s great to have them here though. Just knowing that my sister is only 20 or so miles away makes me feel happier than I’ve been for a long time. Hannah has arranged for us all to go out for a ‘Welcome Back To Norfolk’ meal this weekend, which is nice of her. It’s going to be great to spend some time together without them having to think about travelling back to Edinburgh, and without me having to think about getting up for some stupid work shift I’m committed to. Philippa and I popped over last night and their flat is very, very nice indeed. When you say the word ‘flat’ I expect some dingy little one-bedroomed dump with magnolia walls and a pokey kitchen, but this isn’t like that at all. It’s lovely, and the kitchen is bigger than our bathroom. It’ll be like cooking In the TARDIS. I’ve offered to take some days off work to help decorate and when Sophie asked why I said ‘because I really want to help out.’ She said ‘but have you ever decorated before?’ I said ‘No, but I’d really like to help out’ So she said ‘well I’d really like to perform open heart surgery, but I’m not trained to operate so I think it’s best to leave it to professionals.’
I took her comment with good grace, then felt hurt and defensive on the way home. I wondered aloud if I’d offended her, and whether it would be best to stay away for a while. Philippa told me to grow up and concentrate on my driving. So I broke the speed limit and only kept two fingers on the steering wheel.
If you haven’t guessed by now I’ve had a LOT of coffee today.
RC 5-2-13
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