I’m trying to get my head round it all and thank you all for your support and comments. The future is something I’m really worried about for her and it’s good to hear positive and negative- I need to be realistic. If it’s ok I may compile a list of questions and post them here for your thoughts? Also any reading / website recommendations gratefully received- I’ve ordered the one above, thank you.
The Dollies had a gym competition last night and both got certificates of achievement- so proud of them.
So, what happened on Monday. Where I live has extremely limited parking. I have a space but it’s not accessible to most cars as is small and even then you bump the back of it turning in (hence why Westley’s car is perfect!) so visitors just have to take their chance on the road - is rural, so hardly Oxford St! Might have to walk 200 yards. My garden runs alongside the road. Which is cut into the side of a hill. So the road is flat but if you go off either of the side roads they’re fairly steep. But not stupid. It’s a Cotswold valley, not the Dolomites.
Geller arrives for drop off. Puff, pant, over explanations, things in many bags, wants to tell me about the contents in each. Take them from him at the door and finally get rid of him.
Ten minutes later in in the garden with the Dollies, discussing elephant toothpaste and how it feels to lose your eyebrows, when all of a sudden there’s this panting and gasping from the end of the garden. Turn round and there’s Geller, hand on heart, chest heaving. Oh thank god you’re in, says he. Oh, theatrics.
Showing great restraint (because where else would I be with the kids on a school night not ten fucking minutes after you dropped them off, you idiot) I just raised one eyebrow and said, with devastating effect,
‘Yes?’
I mean, honestly. I was on point. So it turns out he’d parked his car on the side road but then when it came to leaving, as was parked on the hill, he slipped and missed the biting point on his clutch twice and according to him nearly rear ended the solid stone wall in front of him. Apparently he had lost allllll his confidence and could I possibly move his car for him?
the temptation to say no was strong but with the children there I behaved. I went and moved his car.
Didn’t respond to his rant on the walk there about how he finds it soooo difficult with me living here and parking is a nightmare and he always worries about it. Just said oh, and kept on walking.
did it in one move, gave him his keys back and walked home sniggering to myself. Because what I know and he doesn’t is that my lovely neighbour over the road who has 3 parking spaces and 2 cars has said if anyone is ever dropping stuff off and there is a space at hers then use it no problem (in exchange for feeding her cats when she’s away, Before I accidentally start a parking war on here!)
It seemed hilarious and pathetic on Monday night. Not so much now.