What is a favourite person? My children, my
husband, my dad, my best friend?
My cats?
“Leave us out of it Mrs. Human. As long as
there is food in the dish and water, you can go away as long as you want to. As
a substitute slave Mr. Human is ok. He cleans our cat tray regularly, so write
your prompt about someone else.”
“Thanks cats for the help and support.”
So it seems I will have to have a look at
this one. Me and Mr. Swiss got married 45 years ago. Of course we have had our
odd hospital stays now and again through the years. My home is in Switzerland
but I go to England once a year to visit my dad who is now 97 years old. I
usually stay for a week. We both survive. Mr. Swiss has no problem with the
household chores. So no big deal. I have two sons. The oldest lives with us. He
is quite independent in spite of the fact that he is autistic. He is quite able
to look after himself. My youngest has his own place in another town, about
half an hour drive from where we live. He is also able to look after his own
household. He works for the Swiss government and was three years in Brussels
doing diplomat stuff, but no problem. He did not send his washing home to mummy
and I would not have washed it in any case. He can iron his own shirts and is
quite a good cook, so what’s the big deal?
The days have gone where mum did it all. I
worked myself for thirty years and the family just had to get on with things.
It was just a matter of organisation, that is all.
The main problems are caused by things that
crop up when they should not. Mr. Swiss and I were both working during the day,
the kids were at school. So what happens when an eletric appliance in the home
breaks down. For example the washing machine. You call the company to arrange
for a repair man.
“Hello, we have a problem, our washing
machine will not work.”
“Do you have a code on the electronic sign?”
“Yes E5 (or whatever).”
“No problem, we will send our mechanic this
week.”
“OK, but when?”
“I cannot tell you. He is very busy, but
will fit you in some time in the next couple of days.”
“That will not work. I am working and so is
my husband. If I know when he is coming I will make sure I am at home.”
“Oh, I see. In that case I will organise
the repair for Wednesday morning.”
“At what time?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“So I have to take half a day off from work
to make sure I am here?” etc. etc.
This is a typical conversation of a working
mother. Now I am retired and so is Mr. Swiss. This has become a thing of the
past, but it was not easy. I knew quite a few colleagues at work that had the
same problem.
So returning the title of the prompt. I
have wandered off a bit, but it is the most stupid title I have encountered up
to now. Favourite people can sometimes be a repair man, a doctor, George
Clooney (why not), or the family, according to the circumstances. We only leave
each other to fend for theirselves when circumstances call for it.
Not forgetting that you cannot leave the
cats to fend for themselves. Of course we could place them in a cat home while
we are away.
“Forget it Mrs. Human, no chance. Our
territory is our favourite person, is that clear hissssss.”
So that seems to be that problem sorted.
A difficult one to answer for me, also. My favourite person lives 3000 miles from me for the majority of the time, so I am used to living alone for nine tenths of the year anyway!!
ReplyDeleteWhen you have a broken appliance the repair man can be your absolute favourite person! Nice to learn a little more about you. Love the photo.
ReplyDeleteI can't answer that one either Pat.
ReplyDeleteCome to think of it my computer repair man...the new one! LOL