Jumbled

Life is gathering pace at a frighteningly alarming rate. A month ago I was happily relaxing in a gorgeous little house, blindly ignoring the fact that it wasn’t actually ours. Now we are on the brink of moving again, and today Philippa came home with another potential life-changer. Tom (her relative, her boss, my ex-boss) has invited us over to his house this weekend for what he is calling ‘a discussion about a business opportunity.’
Philippa’s imagination has gone into overdrive. She says he’s been talking for ages about working less, so she thinks maybe he’s going to ask me to step into his shoes a few days a week. Or she thinks maybe he’s going to open a new shop somewhere else and he’ll want us to run it for him. Or she thinks maybe he’s going to offer to sell us the whole thing at a reduced rate as we’re family. I’m trying to get her to calm down and just wait and see. Whatever she thinks it is will probably be wrong, so we should go there with an open mind and then we won’t be disappointed or surprised either way. I also keep reminding her that Tom is about as close to sanity as I am to my mother, so the likelihood is it will be something tinged with absolute lunacy.
Personally I don’t care what it is. When Philippa came in talking about ‘a potential life-changer’ I thought for a second she was pregnant. Whatever Tom throws at us will be nothing after going through that.

RC 27-2-14