Here we are, back again. Phew! I can't tell you what a relief it is to be back. I had better set the scene for the next few posts so we are all back up to This is what happened after I stopped blogging...
'Hubby was hunched over his cereal bowl this morning glowering at the packaging. He bought different cereal to the usual brand yesterday when he was snooping in the supermarket while I was getting my hair cut. This new one was on sale at half price and dear old Hubby loves a bargain. He didn’t just buy one box, oh no, he bought all the boxes that were left on the shelf. Let’s hope we like it because we sufficient boxes to see us through to the end of the year.
Hubby not only likes bargains but is also obsessed with reading cereal boxes and cartons of milk at the breakfast table. I guess it means he doesn’t have to converse with me first thing in the morning. You’d think by now he’d have memorised how many calories there are in a box of muesli or how much calcium is in a pint of milk. Anyway, today he had new reading material and was absorbed.
Riviera Radio was playing an eighties song. We listen to the French radio station which broadcasts in English from Monaco because Hubby hates British Radio. He detests the adverts and the news bulletins drive him bonkers. I found the Riviera Radio app on my iPhone and Hubby seems to like the charismatic presenters and easy listening choices. Also he likes Henk Potts who is an advisor for Barclays Bank. Every morning Henk gives a roundup of all the financial news. Nothing interests a retired Hubby more than getting some financial low-down; other than a cereal box perhaps.
This morning Henk was chatting amiably about Nokia’s results. Samsung have taken over from Nokia as the leading seller of mobile phones. Poor old Nokia who have been enjoying wonderful sales for years have just not kept up with the new Smart phones and have lost their leader position.
Hubby looked up from his box and gloomily announced,
“I suppose Nokia is ‘Finnished’,” and looked at me for a round of applause.
He got rewarded with a snort of laughter that resulted in the table being covered with milk. He really is a ‘wag’ at times and has a good sense of humour.
“One for your blog,” he added and then remembered. “Oh yes, there is no more blog, is there?”
I’d been writing my blog Facing 50 with Humour for almost two years. After finishing my second novel and now having loads of writing commitments I had decided to stop writing it. It takes up an inordinate amount of time and Hubby had been putting huge pressure on me to give it up claiming I spent far too much time on-line when I should be doing other more interesting things. Besides my eyesight had suffered badly too, thanks to hours of working on the screen. Even wearing my new glasses I have taken to miscalculating where I am and have been staggering into all sorts of objects recently.
“So, what shall we do today to fill in our free time?” I asked.
Hubby gazed at me blankly. “Don’t know.”
“Go to the shops?”
That received a withering look. Hubby not only hates British radio he hates British shops even more. He hates shopping (unless it is for reduced price food). He dislikes driving. He loathes motorways. He dislikes crowds. Come to think of it, it would be easier for me list what Hubby actually likes rather than dislikes. (The answer to that is eating cake and going on holiday.) I went through the list of possible choices for the day.
He glowered menacingly at me. Okay, that was probably a bad call. We moved house at the beginning of the year to a completely new development and since we arrived it has done nothing but blow a gale or rain. Honestly, that is all the weather we have had. In spite of the weather a gardener has managed to plant over two hundred plants for us. Hubby’s pockets are drained and plants are no longer high on his agenda, especially as those that are outside are getting blown to smithereens.
“Go to town for a walk about and a coffee?”
“No, we can have a coffee at home. I’m not wasting good money on a coffee.”
I’d run out of ideas by now. Hubby threw the bowls into the sink and scrubbed them clean while I racked my brains to come up with a suggestion. Outside rain fell, bashing itself onto our windows relentlessly. Hubby cleared off to his office (which is a cupboard under the stairs) shut the door and left me to get on with my exciting day.
After three hours of washing floors and cleaning out cupboards I was reminded why I took up writing in the first place. But I had promised Hubby I would stay off the internet. He thinks I have become addicted. He’s probably right. I prefer my on-line world to the real one outside my door. My followers have become my dearest friends. I love hearing from them and finding out what they have been up to.
What does an ex-blogger do when she has been banned from her blog? She carries on writing it in secret but doesn't actually put it on her blog....well, not just yet! We have to be sneaky and wait until hubby think I no longer write a blog...'
Now, Ladies and Gentlemen enough time has passed and here I am, back again with Facing 50 With Humour’ – the uncut version! I hope you will continue to enjoy it.