This is just the second week away from teaching the kids at Nuova Lazio, and I'm fed up.
My Beloved keeps on thinking up ideas to keep me "productively occupied"
|That's right. Keep me f*cking busy. I deserve it after a year's hard graft.|
Drain, clean and refill the fish pond without killing the damned fish
Fertilize (using plant fertilizer for those who have minds suitable for a sewer) all the plants in the back garden.
Vacuum (actually we use the word Hoover, just be interested if that usage is universal) all the carpets and the nice little cobwebs.
Clean all the windows, inside and out.
Go for cycle rides in the gorgeous yet BLAZING HOT SUN.
Clean the outdoor furniture.
Scrub the barbecue (What on earth is wrong with old carbon and congealed grease? I think it adds flavour to the steaks)
DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL BECAUSE IT'S TOO HOT!
(So my Beloved says, and we all know she's always right)
Have you ever heard such crap?
What's wrong with drinking a lovely icy G & T under a hot summer sun.
Is it life-threatening?
Is it debilitating (Alright, maybe after the third/fourth work becomes just too much of a bind, Man)
Does it reduce your pleasure in life?
Never mind, I know I'm a henpecked bastard whose spine is in dire need of a steel rod.
At last all the "little" jobs are completed, and I can rest in peace.
My Scottish ingrained "Presbyterian Work Ethic" is satisfied with the amount of sweat produced, knuckles grazed and blood shed.
Even more important, my Beloved has dozed off on the couch.
|I should like to point out that this is NOT my beloved, and that depicting her as a cat is in no way implying that she's at all catty or in any way has feline traits. Like chasing mice, killing birds or screaming at night. Normally.|
Lying back on the porch swing under a fluorescent blue (I kid you not. If you've never seen a New Zealand sky then you will be unaware of the extra brilliance all that extra (but not nice) UV causes.
The sky f*cking glows.
|View from our front porch (note neighbour's NZ flag flying proudly, plus the palm tree. Make me feel really Christmasy. Not.)|
The sun is incandescent, but I'm safe under a large awning, sipping my Non-alcoholic (well that's what she thinks) tonic water, ice and lemon.
|View down the valley|
Lying back, reading a new book, relaxing.
Maybe life's not too bad after all.