So today, a Sunday, I got up and walked to my private lesson at the home of a young professional couple on the other side of the island. Usually they are extremely pleasant and personable people, but today unfortunately I seemed to have walked into a domestic spat, as they spent the whole 90 minutes sniping and snarling at each other, only calming down at the end when we were having our coffee and cake and I was able to divert their attention to the topic of Asian elephants (no, I don’t get it either). By the time I left they were cooing like doves, but my nerves were in shreds.
On the way home, it started pissing down with rain and needless to say I didn’t have a brolly. Dashing straight home was not an option however, as I had to stop in at the only supermarket on the island that stocks Ben’s preferred brand of petfood, tellingly named “Carat,” and buy his weekly supply. Carat is a special variety of food aimed at fussy middle-aged cats with delicate stomachs and a tendency to bladder disorders, and it’s not cheap – I spent almost half of today’s earnings on it.
When I finally got home, tired, annoyed, and soaking wet, I found that Ben was fast asleep as usual on my favourite chair.
Who’s the smart one here?