Now as you know I am not the complaining type. I suffer in silence in spite of the hardships and sufferings I endure. Not one to make a fuss I happily allow things to pass that even the mildest mannered chap would lose his cool over and start waving a poleaxe about. The need to make the world know that you have been twisted, cheated, robbed or dealt with in an underhand and despicable manner is not the way in which to face the world I always say.
However, I passed the museum today as I returned from the market with a bag full of fruit when a screaming banshee at he window called me inside. The boss had seen me limping along and desired my presence in spite of four of them sitting there doing nothing! I told you I do all the work! Anyway she just wished to indicate all the new stuff brought in to the shop, and good it all is far more acceptable and practical than what we stocked before. So we chatted as not one person was visiting and then I gathered up my fruit before they nicked it and headed home to catch the football (the Heart of Midlothian won again as you will know).
Typically it began to rain as I made to leave, not even rain by cloudbursts fell in great drops the size of my hand as I hurried slowly up the road. Why me? There are around 40,000 people living here why rain when I walk out? What's wrong with landing on them? One or two could do with a good soaking I can tell you. So here I sit now, hours later, the clothes still damp, the shoes reeking, and no doubt flu will result!
But I will not fuss or make a complaint about this. I will accept this suffering in good grace in spite of people passing in big cars gloating at me as they did so. In spite of not being offered a lift by these rich selfish peoples. In spite of standing in the East Wing dripping like someone rushed out of the shower by a dirty big spider, many off which exist in this building I can tell you! In fact I will not mention this to anyone.
5 comments:
If you keep eating all that fruit and then some you'll be fine, Mr. Ad-Man; and, of course, if you'd not sat around sulking in your still wet clothes...well....what more can I say?
Brilliant post. There are days when things happen that all I want to do is tell someone too. But better when all I want is for someone to listen and care. Fortunately, I have a wonderful sister who is on the other end of the phone.
You are in need of some Bill Kenny, in my opinion.
I would suggest "Into Everyone's Life Some Rain Must Fall".
You know, people like to say "I have an app for that", well...I have a song for everything!
Take care and stay dry!
Lee, I'm dry now...
Carol, What's your sisters number...?
Kay, Thank you for that, I think!
At times like that the only thing to do is go and sit in the airing cupboard. Trouble is most people don't have airing cupboards these days. It's sad, because they were great places, i always thought.
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