This may seem strange and petty in the current circumstances, but something is causing me anguish and I need to get it out of my head, and I’ve always found that typing stuff into this blog is a good way of alleviating inner turmoil.
So….
I had a conversation with Philippa a couple of
nights ago, and it’s really starting to bug me.
I was making a cup of tea, and I had left the spoon
in the tea while it brewed. When I took it out, without thinking, I passed if
from one hand into the palm of the other, giving myself a slight burn. It made
me laugh, because it reminded me of something from my sixth-form college days.
We had a fad for a while called ‘hot spooning’ where, every time you made a hot
drink, you would hold the spoon on the arm of the person nearest to you, making
them yelp. All very childish and a bit sadistic, but it kept us amused for a
while when we were preparing for our A-levels.
Anyway, I told Philippa about it, and then noticed
that she had a strange smirk on her face. I asked what she was thinking about
and she said, “Oh – ‘hot spooning’ meant something else when I was at college.”
You can only imagine what that has done to my mental
health. Now my mind is full of all sorts
of visions of her in close clutches with undeserving 17-year-olds.
So do I ask her for clarification?
Or do I shut the Hell up and get over myself?
Sorry
to burden you with my internal struggles in these times of great international
unsettlement, but I need to get it out or it’ll start to affect our home life.RC 22-3-20
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