Oh dear! Confined to my room for the day by Mother for my latest indiscretion - i.e. I stayed out all night and worst of all, lied about whom I was with. Some of you may be thinking 'why's a forty year old woman obeying her mother when there's no real need to do so?' and you'd be right, but she's already given away a bag of my favourite clothes to the Scope shop as punishment and I dread to think what her fevered mind is planning in the longer term.
Let's rewind to the events of last night. I went out with Giles/Mr A to the cinema to see Avatar (over-rated if you ask me...) and of course, the trailers hadn't even finished before he was stroking my cardigan. I firmly and promptly removed his hands and whispered to him to 'sit on them' if he couldn't control his actions. Anyway, after that we went for a meal in an Italian restarant in Soho and enjoyed two pitchers of their house red. Now, as you know, I'm not a huge drinker and it soon went to my head, so when Mr A invited me round to his flat to watch 'Ashes to Ashes' which he'd recorded earlier, I was more than happy to comply.
I rang Mother and told her that I was staying with Emma for the night. She seemed a little suprised and just asked me to call her if I needed anything. Anyway, when we arrived back at Mr A's his flatmate Benji was in residence and seemed a little flustered when he'd finally managed to switch off the DVD he's been watching. He soon retired to his room and Mr A and I watched television whilst drinking Peroni and eating spicy Nik Naks.
Mr A made the bed up for me in his room and slept on the sofa. In fact, he was the perfect gentleman but I was a little surpised to see a copy of 'The Rough Guide to EU Directives' on his bedside table - strange bedtime reading methinks!
In the morning Mr A woke me with a cup of instant tea, which tasted a bit rubbish, but the sentiment was there anyway. He heated a tin of 'All Day Breakfast' for us both to share and made some toast to go with it. He accompanied me back to Charing Cross station and I arrived home about 11am.
Mother was absolutely livid when I walked in the door. Apparently Emma had telephoned at 10am reminding me that I'd promised to help her choose some new net curtains for her lounge. Mother berated me saying that I was a 'lying slattern' and nobody wants to marry a woman who'd 'drop her drawers' in the blink of an eye.
Upset and contrite, I went to my room via Dad's, which suprisingly wasn't locked. We had a long chat about Mother (who'd flounced out in the direction of the Co-op by then) and agreed that she's a very difficult woman to live with at times. We put it down to the fact that she wasn't allowed to carry on with her dancing classes after her own mother sold her ballet shoes. Sad, but true.
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