Yes, Bear was really pleasant for most of this week.
But the strain got to him.
Yesterday he behaved well for Whale’s burthday, and even joined us for a meal – so something had to give.
He blew his top this morning because he said I wasn’t letting him ‘do things’ and then this afternoon I saw him fiddling about with the TV. It’s true we can’t record any English programmes because as soon as the recorder is switched on it cuts out the satellite receiver. Last time he played with it, he managed to lose reception altogether and it took me ages to get it working again. I thought he’d given up on the idea of being able to record with his new (cheapo) DVD recorder.
After a while I went through and, as tactfully as I could, reminded him that we had already tried to get it working but to no avail.
“I know what I’m doing” he growled, “leave me alone. Whose is this anyway?”
He threw the ‘zapper’ to the floor and started pouring out all the old invective.
“We’re not a married couple anymore. You never talk to me. I hate it here. You’re making my life a misery. You don’t understand and you don’t care. All your friends, (that’s if you’ve got any left) agree with me. . . . . .” etc.
“OK, it’s all yours,” I said, and left him to it.
A bit later he ‘apologised’ for his outburst but that led to yet another round of bitter criticism of my selfishness in making his life so unbearable.
He went back for another go at fiddling with the TV and I heard French programmes blaring out at full volume.
“I bet he’s lost sound on the digibox,” I thought to myself.
Sure enough, when I switched on to watch the News there was only a faint whisper on English telly but the French channels were coming through at full blast.
“You have to turn the volume up full to hear it.” said Bear, stating the obvious.
“Yes, That’s what happened last time you played with it. Now, can you remember which scarts you swapped?”
“I didn’t touch anything. I just looked at it.” Bear lied.
“No, seriously, can you tell me whether you changed anything please?”
“I told you, I didn’t touch anything.” he claimed.
Just in case he was telling the truth I checked that all the scart plugs were well pushed in but it made no diference.
After surveyng the mangle of wires conncting the TV to the digibox and DVD recorder I hazarded a guess and changed the scart on the box to the other socket.
Bingo! There was sound again.
Bear said nothing and I decided not to make any comment either.
UPDATE 31st Decemember
It’s true, I’ll never fathom Bear’s moods. This morning he asked Jay to buy a hot water bottle for Whale as a ‘belated birthday present’. If this sounds strange it’s because Bear received one for Christmas from one of his daughters and Whale said he wished he had one. It was an unexpected act of kindness but much appreciated.