Friday, March 02, 2007

southern sojourn

This weekend I’m off to London to visit the queen, well, ok, not really, just my husband for a weekend of gay abandon. It will be so nice to go home for a couple of days and indulge in those little pleasures, a cappuccino, people whose accent I can understand, colour television. When I come back I shall bring coffee and chocolate and nylon tights to sell on the black market. I’m leaving the children with my parents who, thank goodness, crashed the car again this week so the darlings won’t be going anywhere with my father behind the wheel. He is so keen to blend in I think he has found that exchanging insurance details is a good way to meet people. When I speak with him he often begins with ‘you’ll never guess who I bumped into the other day’. I think the locals have all grown rather fond of him and often speak about how much they love to come across that old chap who’s retired up north coming towards them in his car on the wrong side of the road at walking speed because it gives them an amusing story to tell when they eventually get to work. Of course we both find it a little awkward sometimes, my husband and I, when we sleep together for the first time in a few weeks, he seems a little forgetful of the procedure, but I find that if I whisper Farrow and Ball paint colours into his ear that soon gets him in the mood so wish me luck! This does mean that Strife in the North will also be having the weekend off but I do hope you’ll come back next week. It’s been great fun this week and lovely that people have come to read about how grim it is up north and I promise you that next week, I’ll be back. Have a jolly good weekend won’t you. Tootle pip!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Rilly, I shall miss you over the weekend but sincerely hope you have a Wonderful Wizard of Oz time with your beloved. Couldn’t you persuade him to return to the grim North with you?

rilly super said...

thankyou anonymous, I hope you have a super weekend too. Sometimes when I visit his flat, full of nothing but social invitations, theatre tickets, and a widescreen TV with nobody to tell him he can't watch the cricket I just wonder what keeps him from moving north and allowing every detail of his life to be posted on my blog. It's a puzzle. He will surely pursuade me to return up north on Sunday though. He is so good at pursuasion I'm thinking of using that as the title of the novel based on this blog. It has a certain ring to it don't you think?

Anonymous said...

I do indeed think there is a certain sense and sensibility to that title, Rilly.

rilly super said...

or as I say to my northern neighbours anonymous: if you got the pride, I got the prejudice

Anonymous said...

Oh Rilly, and here was me imagining it was all wuthering heights round your way ...