Just when I was thinking how calm Bear has been lately he reverted to his usual form today.
On the way to the doctor’s he started:
“Whale has been staring at me today. I hate him. He’s ruining my life. . And you don’t understand. I hate Christmas. I hate the kids. etc etc.”
When we arrived at the surgery his face was black as thunder, and he sat down in the waiting area, arms folded, exuding unpleasant vibes. The two ladies already there gave me sympathetic looks.
He didn’t even feel inclined to ‘play the clown’ as our doctor puts it and I explained his mood as best I could.
Once home, we found that CC was playing a CD of piano music. Bear immediately turned it off and put the TV on – Jeremy Kyle (bleugh) and then ‘railway journeys’ – boring.
CC and I made mince pies and Bear fell asleep. We turned off the TV sound and put the CD back on.
On the plus side, may I say that Bear has been arm-twisted into buying me a pressie this year. He always sends cash to his daughters, grand-daughters and ex-wife so that they can choose their presents. But when it comes to me, he doesn’t usually buy anything or offer me a choice. But he always appears apologetic when he has unwrapped all his gifts on Christmas day and there’s nothing from him to me.
Last year he ‘got the message’ somehow, that I needed a new pressure cooker but the one he bought was a great disappointment. It was the old-fashioned type – the sort that scare me rigid – and so I’ve never used it, apart from as a large capacity saucepan for soup. (I saw them after Christmas, ‘on offer’ (30 euros) at a cheap store he likes to look round.)
Anyway, while shopping with CC and Jay I saw some pretty little ‘verrines’ (small glasses for starters etc.) in town.
When we got home I told him I had found a present he could buy me. He coughed up the 29 euros and Jay bought them when he went to Charleville.
Bear said he would rather book into a hotel than spend Christmas with us.
If only. . . . .