Just as we are selling our house, my story about selling a house appears in My Weekly. I'm taking that as an omen.Moving house is supposedly a stressful experience. My take on that is it's only stressful if you allow it to be. Mind you, it's brought my memories of an aborted course on Feng Shui to the fore. Of course I need to clean the mirrors. Dirty mirrors = bad Feng Shui. Fresh flowers are good but dead ones are bad so my latest hobby is flower sorting. Anything with a brown edge to a petal has to go. Out of the huge bunch I bought a fortnight ago, three yellow heads remain from tiny carnations and they're in a titchy vase the size of a small egg-cup.
The LSO is suffering. 'What do you mean, you're going to the bathroom?' I shout. ' We've got viewers in five minutes. Don't you dare fart in there. And make sure you put the seat down.'Get the picture? Life at home could become slightly frazzled if I let it. Actually, all these little things are being stored to use in a short story later. On reading this, before posting it, I realise that the LSO might feel a tad frazzled. I'll ask him when he gets back. If he comes back… Maybe he's gone somewhere to break wind in peace.
For my new followers - LSO is Long Suffering One, my partner of so many years.