Friday, November 7, 2008

Laughter and Tears..

I know you have been waiting with bated breath, as they say, to hear what occurred at our dinner last Sunday. Gay Friend arrived looking smart as ever, and the roast dinner was timed perfectly. I called Mr Picky down and introduced him to GF. Mr.P had shaved (increasingly rare) and looked very clean. He seemed pleased to meet GF, but as he doesn't understand half one says, it's difficult to know for sure. I introduced GF as someone who "buys and sells old clothes". Now this was naughty I know, but I couldn't bloody resist it. And you should have seen The Wee Git's face (I have decided to re-christen him The Wee Git after a suggestion by my dear friend MOB). He looked confused, and then realized that I was serious. And Gay Friend insisted on engaging him in a conversation about the local Charity Shops and what good work they do for the Community. The Wee Git's face was a picture, but he obviously didn't dare to repeat his previous opinions about "lower class people" (GF is quite tall and imposing - and of course he's a bloke!), and retired 'hurt' soon after our meal. It was a great way to let off steam for me, and we laughed ourselves silly afterwards. For those of you who haven't heard GF's laugh, I'll try to describe it - a witch's cackle combined with a Steamboat hooter would come pretty close - but even then it's not quite right. And it is embarrassingly loud. So, a good time was had by (almost) all - and don't attempt to make me feel guilty you lot - you know I'm a softie when it comes to emotional appeals, but this Wee Git has been driving me mad for five weeks now! And I've got five more to go..

I somehow managed to get myself into an emotional two-and-eight today because I was looking at some old family photographs. When Daughter was living here with Grandson, a few years ago, she decided to put all my old photos into albums, and the result was wonderful. Instead of putting them in chronological order, she stuck them in, in a random order which makes them far more interesting and poignant somehow. So we have photos of my childrens' Birthdays next to pics of Grandson at six months, and then photos of my two as Teenagers or on family holidays. I came to a picture of Son, a friend of Daughter's, and Me, which was taken at Christmas in Cambridge about 7 years ago. I had forgotten this picture, but not the time. Son, who was in his final year at Uni, had been going through a particularly awful patch, with the break-up of his relationship with KT, Hon grandaughter's Mum. He was very depressed, she had treated him very badly (to say the least), and I was really fearful for him. Looking at this photo, in which he looks terrible - almost haunted - and I'm trying to smile and be cheerful, made me feel heartsick. I know we got through it and have come out the other side stronger and probably better, but oh, it was painful torture. Love hurts, that's for sure, and just looking at that photo brought such a surge of protective love for Son, combined with the pain I remember when I couldn't seem to make things right for him. I could have done without that memory today, but perhaps I needed it for some reason.

Ah well, time for bed. Sweet dreams to you all.


family affairs said...

Oh no. Mother Love. If only the power could be harnessed. We could become a generator for the world. Lx

Suzysoo said...

Excellent handling of Wee Git. Now don't you feel sorry for the twat-he's made your life difficult for a brave while now. He deserved that!!

A Mother's Place is in the Wrong said...

Hi Lulu, how true! And if only we could control how and when it hits us.. M xx

Hi Suzysoo, and thanks - I'm certainly not feeling sorry for him! M :-)

auntiegwen said...

Your heart aches for them and you wish for the days when you could kiss anything better. x

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

I laughed evertime I read Wee Git and am still chuckling! It's a great post in that you cover the strong emotions that people can draw from us. Frustration and anger at the WG and then deep deep anguish for your son and his heartache. I loved this post.

A Mother's Place is in the Wrong said...

How true, Auntiegwen. Only a Mum can know this feeling I think - and the pain of not being able to heal all hurts with a kiss and a cuddle. M xx

Hi Mob, so glad it gave you a laugh - and thanks for the perfect name for the WG. We're all too human sometimes, aren't we? M xx

Donna said...

HAHAHahahaa...Well Mr Picky deserved it! Good for you and GF!! And laughter is good for the soul....
Sorry the picture made you sad sweetie!! It All comes out in the wash though doesn't it...Happy night!!hughugs

Maggie May said...

Had some fun reading the last two posts!
I LOVE charity shops!
I also regularly come across people who think like your "Wee Git".
You and GF handled it wonderfully but I don't know how you could keep straight faces all through a meal.

aims said...

Where have I been?!

OMG! I'm so glad you and Gay Best Friend did this to that git!

Better than thou always makes me bristle and I always want to bring them down. Why are people like this?

Thankfully there are not too many - maybe they are all in Cyprus?

I started with this post and read down so didn't feel too badly about his room being cold. Sorry!

As for old pics - I'm with you on that. Some just make me cry and cry and put me right back to that moment. Strange that.

Expat mum said...

Ha ha. I love that word. I have been calling John McCain COG for a few weeks now (crotchety old git). It doesn't really translate over here unfortunately.

A Mother's Place is in the Wrong said...

Hi Donna, yes it was good to laugh with someone else about it. And the sadness is inescapable, but at least I can look back on it and know he is OK. M xx

HI Maggie, thanks for visiting, and glad you enjoyed the posts. I don't know how we kept straight faces either - at least I could keep popping out to the kitchen during dinner! M :-)

Dear Aims - glad you have caught up, I always miss you. Yes, that "better than anyone else" attitude always gets to me too. I have now heard a lot about Northern Cyprus, and think you may be right! M xx

Hi Expatmum, it's a great word isn't it - I have to thank Mob for that. I don't know what the transatlantic equivalent is? M xx