It’s time to put my cards on the table. I have a new lady friend. I’ve told my wife and I think she accepts the situation. Sometimes, in the words of one of Mum’s favourite songs, “..you may see a stranger, across a crowded room.” Perhaps my new lady friend and I don’t enjoy some enchanted evenings together yet but the connection, as they say, is there.
It started quite innocently. I greet many of Mum’s fellow residents by name when I visit. This lady was at first quite indignant:
“‘Ow d’you know my name?”
I’ll protect her identity (we’re trying to avoid the gossips columns) but this conversation happens every week.
“Do I know you?”
“Yes, I see you every week.”
I think Barbara Cartland depicted courtship in more elegant terms but you get the picture.
Miss X is known for speaking her mind, or rather her effin’ mind. Her language is colourful and occasionally, positively fruity.
Our “conversation” proceeded along familiar lines yesterday until Miss X decided to take it a step further.
“Are you spoken for?”
“I’m married but I won’t tell my wife.”
“Nor will I,” she cackled. “Well, you’ve gotta ‘ave a bit of fun.”
Mum was having her hair done throughout this charade and Miss X proceeded to walk several times behind Mum, waving at me with a mischievous wink. Mandy, Mum’s hairdresser, began to giggle. I asked Mum if she approved of my budding romance. She laughed, too, although I’m not sure she knew why.
Next time I visit Mum, I’m sure Miss X and I will have the same conversation. I’ll explain how I know her name. Perhaps she’ll start flirting again, perhaps not. But you’ve gotta ‘ave a bit of fun.