I watched all four rugby world cup games this
weekend. That may sound selfish, considering we had a guest, but let me
explain. Friday night involved quite a lot of wine. Sophie needed to relax and
needed to get a few things off her chest, so we plied her with plenty of vino
and let her unload a few work woes. So, for her, Saturday morning was mostly
about sleep and recovery. Then, at about 11pm that evening, the girls decided
they should have a Sunday morning shopping spree together, spending money on
clothes and spending time talking about things they wouldn’t want to discuss
with me around. So I happily let them head off into the big city and I watched
Wales beat France, and South Africa beat Japan and then I had a nice roast
lunch waiting for them on their return.
All in all, it was a mighty fine couple of days.
Sophie, I think, is still a bit lost without Tamara in her life. I know it’s
been a while, but she obviously hasn’t got over the split and isn’t sure how to
move on. I tried to stay out of it. The good thing about having a gay sister is
that we can relate to the fact that we both fancy females, but if I start
talking to her about the way women are in relationships, I’m not just using a shared
point of reference, I’m slagging off her own sex. So I decided to let her and
Philippa have a chat about it, while I nipped in and out making tea.
RC 21-10-19
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