Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Wednesday, Again

I am on the phone to a colleague. He is quizzing me about something document related that I really ought to know but it's as if they are asking me about what I had for breakfast on 4 March 1994. Outlandishly distant. Vague snatches of work related thought drift illusorily across my mind as the children shriek in the background and liberate packets of biscuits and sharp knives from the kitchen, but vanish before the words reach my mouth. I imagine this is a little how it must feel to have a minor stroke; I know the information must be in my head somewhere, but I can neither access, nor express it. As I stammer the odd plausible word I can still muster, Lashes takes a purple felt tip and draws all over my left hand. As I notice and snatch it away he takes a sheet of paper (a work related one, obviously) and starts drawing something. Relieved, I try some word association with my long suffering colleague, saying whatever plausible nouns come into my head.

"Er, confidentiality, privilege, corollary, enforcement?"

Once more, Lashes appears in my line of sight, proudly waving his drawing this time.

Gradually my slow, struggling brain processes the scribbly purple mess in front of me.

It says "Maman mor, Aurélie vi" [sic] and depicts me - instantly recogniseable by my fearsome glasses, with a gaping hole in my torso. Purple blood is pulsing out of the hole. Nearby a smaller, grinning stick figure holds a dagger about four times his size. Over on the other side of the paper, Aurélie, our occasional babysitter (discussed here) , wholesome, hockey playing, blonde and beautiful Aurélie, is pictured smiling. He has even used a yellow pen for her hair. *

I put my hand over the receiver.

"That's horrible Lashes".

He smiles, angelically, all huge brown eyes and soft velvety skin, and disappears. The next time I spot him, he and his brother are trying to wrap the weepette in clingfilm. It looks like a particularly long-suffering piece of installation art.

Shortly thereafter I discover a moth larva at the bottom of my cup of tea.




*I don't know where it went or I'd take a photo. The weepette probably ate it.

11 comments:

aperfectpeach said...

I love your posts!

Mrs Trefusis... said...

aha! I see. tee hee. ca explique cela

Mr London Street said...

Usually the most long-suffering thing about installation art is the poor sods gazing at it in utter bewilderment.

GingerB said...

I have been rendered speechless by your tale of the tea soaked larva. Speechless.

Wednesday indeed.

Helena said...

That sounds well shit. Cock and arse. at least it's Thursday tomorrow.

pinklea said...

Well, at least you knew it was Wednesday. I, on the other hand, laboured under the mistaken illusion that it was Tuesday all day. All effing day. Sigh ...

Laura Jane said...

Oh. God. That would definitely do your head in....

(and make me laugh and snort my non-moth infested tea out of my nose)

Z said...

I hate those phone calls that put you on the spot at inappropriate times. How'd he like it if in a business meeting you suddenly started discussing your children? Why can't he email like a normal person and give you time to gather your thoughts? Lashes evidently felt your pain and responded sympathetically to it - the dagger-clutching stick figure represents Life. Or at any rate pestering colleagues.

Mrs Jones said...

Congratulations on getting POTD - http://david-mcmahon.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-of-day_10.html

(I don't think you win anything but you might get some more readers or at least some more weepette voyeurs if nothing else!)

emily said...

oh god wednesdays....my most hated day (apart from Tuesdays which should just be banned)

Poor you (hug)

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