Monday 31 October 2016

My evening so far. A very boring post.

So here I am, on my own (husband playing bridge. I don't have the brains for bridge), and I think to myself - Christmas presents! I'll start doing my Christmas shopping online.

New daughter-In-law needs news slippers, so I think, there's an idea. Text son for DIL's size. Receive amused text from DIL herself to say I'd texted her by mistake. Bang goes the surprise (if indeed it would have been a surprise). Unhelpful text from son to say what a terrible spy I'd make.

Do a bit more browsing and find nothing (we have a big family and lots of present to buy, but I am desperate to get things people will really like, so it all takes Time). Phone daughter, but she's watching Coronation Street and just want to know whether Nick knows the baby isn't his. I tell her he does (I'll catch up,with CS tomorrow. We're addicts). Daughter is curled up on sofa drinking wine. I am not. Suffer pang of jealousy.

Receive phone  call for Moira. I am not Moira, and nobody called Moira lives here. I tell the caller she's mistaken (I'm very nice about it), and ring off. Then wish I'd said I was Moira, because that might have been interesting; fun, even. Now I'll never know who Moira is, and she'll never know the tiny part she played in my evening. But I hope Moira is having a better time than I am. At least someone wants to talk to her.

Post on my blog for the second time today ( a record).

Think wistfully of wine, but exercise restraint.

Back to the drawing board.

12 comments:

  1. How did your evening progress? Did you buy any presents, or at least get ideas for them? And was there a nice glass of wine for you later?
    For the first time ever, I have presents for nearly everyone (either already bought or as an idea) except for my Mum. She is usually the easiest person to shop for, because she likes so many things - but THINGS is exactly what I do NOT want to give her.
    Maybe Moira would know what to do.

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    1. Meike, if anything, my evening got worse. And no. I didn't buy anything. I'll write it off as experience.

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  2. Frances, I beg to differ - this was not, as advertised a 'very boring post' at all but a gentle insight into your life and one that many of us could, I'm sure, relate to. It made me smile, it made me wonder about Moira too (you've surely got a story there..?). You resisted mentioning Hallowe'en, so also avoided being predictable! Thank you for a most un-boring post!

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  3. What a very kind comment. Thank you! Actually, one of the first stories I ever sold, many years ago, was about a wrong number.

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  4. Sorry to hear about your rotten evening, Frances. There's still time to take part in NaNo then you can give them all a novel for Christmas and have fun evenings at the same time!

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    1. Gail, I could no more write a novel in a month than skydive off Everest, naked, with a bunch of carnations between my teeth! Are you doing it?

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    2. I am! For the first time after many years of saying I would and then chickening out. Have just survived Day 1 and enjoying it more than I expected.

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    3. Then very good luck. I shall look forward to reading it!

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  5. So you are relying on we, your devoted readers, to look past the heading. You're lucky. We did. I suppose we are a curious lot. Then you mentioned the 'C' word that you'd chastised me for mentioning a little while back. Then you said you didn't have the brain for bridge and reminded me of the time when I played (with enthusiasm and astonishing incompetence). You're a CS addict! I'm not sure whether I believe the Moira paragraph. No. I don't agree with your assessment. It wasn't a boring post. Of course you may, on the other hand, be correct and your readers are just easily amused.

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    1. Please do carry on being easily amused, Graham! But the bit about Moira is perfectly true. I still regret not saying I was Moira. Her life had to be more exciting that evening than mine. I once went out with a wrong number...

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    2. You went out with a wrong number!! I'm so impressed. I've never done anything that exciting (that I'm prepared to make public anyway).

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