Tuesday January 10th, 8:00pm
In shed. Eating a scotch egg. Emily watching TV. Pain in side excruciating (must make appointment to see Dr Prakish tomorrow).
I had one of my "attacks" today. I don't know the official term, but Emily calls it my, "man-tention span". I was reading an article in the newspaper about tri-sexuals and Emily started asking me something. I should have told her that I was reading or put down the newspaper and listened, but instead I attempted to do both (big mistake). I was trying to find out what tri-sexuals were and then the next moment Emily was stood next to me.
"Well, what do you think?" I obviously hadn't heard her question, but I didn't want her to know that so I replied.
"Whatever you think is best, baby." This was my second mistake.
"And what did I just ask you?"
I looked up from my paper, but what could I say. I hadn’t heard a word she’d said and I was no nearer to finding out what tri-sexuals were. I was firmly in a lose, lose situation.
"Sorry," I whimpered. Emily was fuming.
"You never bloody listen to me."
"I do."
"No, you don't. You hear, but you don't listen. I'm so sick of being ignored."
"But, baby, I love you." This was my third mistake.
"If you loved me, Harry, you would listen to me," she said and stormed out.
She, of course, had a point. I still had to find out what tri-sexuals were and I was in the dog house with Emily (again). A truly unsuccessful evening.
Blog soon x
Blog soon x
