Happy New Year everyone! It's been a little while since I've posted; truth be told I've been having a few domestic problems. It's Malc, you see, nothing too grave but his behaviour of late has become more and more boorish and testosterone fueled.
Let me relate to you a few incidents that happened over Christmas.
The first occurred on Christmas Eve when we went up to Lord Sexey's place to buy our tree. After selecting a suitable specimen, we joined a throng of couples with rosy cheeked kids who were queueing up to pay for their trees. At the front of the queue was a woman who Malc readily identified as being "one of those Guardian reading earth mother types" and she was paying no attention to the friendly banter being directed at her by the elderly gentleman manning the stall until he enquired as to whether she wanted her tree netted. To this, she replied at the top of her voice so all could hear and thus readily identify her impeccable green credentials: "Actually I try to avoid unnecessary packaging wherever possible".
What a rude woman, I thought and left it at that but Malc just couldn't resist shouting
at the top of his voice, so all could hear,"Are you sure you wouldn't like a hand getting your tree into the back of your Shogun love?". An awkward silence descended and I felt very embarrassed indeed.
Then, on Christmas Day, Malc decided that he wanted to watch Ice Road Truckers but we'd both agreed beforehand that I'd be watching the Glee Christmas Special at that time. He conveniently forgot about our accord and a massive row ensued which resulted in him disappearing to the car and sitting on the drive all afternoon with a 6 pack of Stella for company. In full view of the neighbours, I might add.
The most unedifying spectacle of all was that which occurred on the flight back from Lanzarote where we had spent New Year. An old lady at the front of the plane was taken unwell and we had to make an unscheduled stop in Lisbon. Upon landing, the lady in question suddenly felt alright again and this led Malc to suspect her of exhibiting symptoms of Munchhausen Syndrome. He stood up and led the stag party from Llanelli (among whom we were ensconced at the back of the plane) in a chorus of "Muncher, Muncher, You're a f*****g muncher".
I am not sure what has prompted this change in character but I intend getting to the bottom of it all and I'm hoping things will be resolved this weekend as we're both off together for a "steam up" in the Nene Valley
Let me relate to you a few incidents that happened over Christmas.
The first occurred on Christmas Eve when we went up to Lord Sexey's place to buy our tree. After selecting a suitable specimen, we joined a throng of couples with rosy cheeked kids who were queueing up to pay for their trees. At the front of the queue was a woman who Malc readily identified as being "one of those Guardian reading earth mother types" and she was paying no attention to the friendly banter being directed at her by the elderly gentleman manning the stall until he enquired as to whether she wanted her tree netted. To this, she replied at the top of her voice so all could hear and thus readily identify her impeccable green credentials: "Actually I try to avoid unnecessary packaging wherever possible".
What a rude woman, I thought and left it at that but Malc just couldn't resist shouting
at the top of his voice, so all could hear,"Are you sure you wouldn't like a hand getting your tree into the back of your Shogun love?". An awkward silence descended and I felt very embarrassed indeed.
Then, on Christmas Day, Malc decided that he wanted to watch Ice Road Truckers but we'd both agreed beforehand that I'd be watching the Glee Christmas Special at that time. He conveniently forgot about our accord and a massive row ensued which resulted in him disappearing to the car and sitting on the drive all afternoon with a 6 pack of Stella for company. In full view of the neighbours, I might add.
The most unedifying spectacle of all was that which occurred on the flight back from Lanzarote where we had spent New Year. An old lady at the front of the plane was taken unwell and we had to make an unscheduled stop in Lisbon. Upon landing, the lady in question suddenly felt alright again and this led Malc to suspect her of exhibiting symptoms of Munchhausen Syndrome. He stood up and led the stag party from Llanelli (among whom we were ensconced at the back of the plane) in a chorus of "Muncher, Muncher, You're a f*****g muncher".
I am not sure what has prompted this change in character but I intend getting to the bottom of it all and I'm hoping things will be resolved this weekend as we're both off together for a "steam up" in the Nene Valley
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