Monday, April 02, 2007

running on reminiscence

I only had to look at the expression on my husband's face to know that the little pointers on all the dials had dropped below the red and were heading rapidly for zero. I’d like to say this was the first time this had happened. He did actually say he was sure that this was the first time it had happened, but we both knew it wasn’t. running on empty once more, the story of our lives. Out of juice again, how could I forgive him, all he'd had to do was point the damned thing in the right direction and fire away, how hard could it be? I sighed as we coasted to a halt. There weren’t many tasks I expected of my husband but he couldn’t even manage his few male responsibilities nowadays. There was an awkward silence as we both sat looking out of the window. He leaned over and turned on the radio and the cricket commentary filled the gulf between us. 'Freddie's out' he said, as someone whose name ended in 'off' traipesed sullenly from the field of play. 'You don't say?' I muttered. ‘Hmmm, oh well’, he reflected further, ‘I think perhaps a little stroll on my part might be called for too’. I didn’t even turn to him to give my reply. ‘Yes, I think that might be a good idea’ I said, ‘and while you’re up you can go and check the bloody car’s got petrol in it as well before I go out to collect the children.’ I pulled the bed clothes over my head and listened to his footsteps grow quieter as they went down the stairs and out into the garage, just as the memories of our first kiss became feinter as they sailed away towards the distant sunset on the misty horizon of my rememberance, sigh

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, Rilly ! I feel so sorry for you. It's difficult to hide disappointment when you are a woman..

But don't try and insist on excellent performance all the time. As an old saying goes "You've got to have bad to know what good is".

And if that doesn't work, I know just where you could find a 'lover for the afternoon'. Well, I know its only a couple of hours.. but it might keep the wolf from the door..

Anonymous said...

Perhaps I can offer some advice to your husband borrowed from that very intelligent writer P.J. O'Rourke.

I paraphrase slightly.."Many women need help from some machinery to get excited - I find a Mercedes 360 Coupe usually does the trick...'.

Daily Referendum said...

A tale with a twist, I like it.

mutterings and meanderings said...

Oh Rilly, you are having a tough time of it. I think you should take anon up his offer of sustenance..

Sarnia said...

What stoicism you display, Rilly.

I hope, apart from leaving the car without any petrol he didn't make you bloody wash it as well...

Anonymous said...

Oh it's time to sack the husband. He is but totally useless. And so last century. Can't even fill a tank up. Any tank up. You get my drift.

Here I am down with the Dixie Chicks and to me, he's just like the Rolling Stones. I can't get no .... petrol.

Anonymous said...

rilly, there is an expression which involves 'hips' and 'lips' which I am too coy to use on your blog, but if you use a little imagination you may know where I'm coming from, poppet..

rilly super said...

on anonymous, thankyou for your sympathy and very kind offer to stand in if things get too much.

next anonymous, I will broach the mercedes with my husband at a suitable juncture. Perhaps if I tell him they come with a full tank that might make the idea more attractive to him

Mr referendum, or can I call you Daily, thanks ever so for dropping by darling, and for your very kind link on your blog

my dear dear Mutterings and Meanderings, don't think I'm not tempted dear, I wouldn't be human otherwise, sigh

oh Sarnia, I fear I may have to resort to that because we spent the last carwash ration coupons last week.

anonymous, you're right, long gone are the days when a flutter of my eyelashes and a 'fill her up, big boy' were all that was needed, sigh

and last anonymous, I'm sure I don't know what you mean darling...

Lizzie said...

Blimy Oh Rilley, Gordon Bennet, Streuth Ruth - gosh thanks Rilly for Blogrolling me! Ahhh! I can go to the dentist now in perfect peace and croak at her between the tooth whitening and the extractions. Have a nice day yourself.