Shifty goings on.
'What are you doing later on?' The paramour asked me at the crack of dawn this morning.
'Mmmphhh.' I replied.
'Mumf?'
'MMuuuffufuf.'I buried myself further under the duvet hoping he might get the message. The message being stop talking and go to work.
But he persisted.
'I want you to come look at a house with me.'
I gave up trying to remain asleep and poked my head over the top. 'What? What are you talking about?'
He pulled on his socks. 'A house. I want you to come look at it.'
'A house?' (I really am that slow in the am)
'Yep.'
'Why?'
He pulled on his shoes carefully avoiding eye contact.'I'm thinking about buying it. It hasn't even gone on the market but I know the old boy who owns it. He's talking about selling, he says it's too much for him to look after.'
'And you're thinking of buying it...as an investment?'
'It would make a good family home. Needs some work but-where did I put my watch?'
He located the watch. I blinked. He snapped on his watch and stretched, all natural. 'So will you come?'
'Okay, sure.'
He smiled at me and kissed the top of my head. 'You'll like it.'
After he left the bigger of the cats joined me for a snooze, but I couldn't get back to sleep.
House? I'll like it?
'Men are so sneaky aren't they?' I said to the bigger of the cats.
He regarded me sleepily and closed his eyes. Moments later he was asleep.
'Mmmphhh.' I replied.
'Mumf?'
'MMuuuffufuf.'I buried myself further under the duvet hoping he might get the message. The message being stop talking and go to work.
But he persisted.
'I want you to come look at a house with me.'
I gave up trying to remain asleep and poked my head over the top. 'What? What are you talking about?'
He pulled on his socks. 'A house. I want you to come look at it.'
'A house?' (I really am that slow in the am)
'Yep.'
'Why?'
He pulled on his shoes carefully avoiding eye contact.'I'm thinking about buying it. It hasn't even gone on the market but I know the old boy who owns it. He's talking about selling, he says it's too much for him to look after.'
'And you're thinking of buying it...as an investment?'
'It would make a good family home. Needs some work but-where did I put my watch?'
He located the watch. I blinked. He snapped on his watch and stretched, all natural. 'So will you come?'
'Okay, sure.'
He smiled at me and kissed the top of my head. 'You'll like it.'
After he left the bigger of the cats joined me for a snooze, but I couldn't get back to sleep.
House? I'll like it?
'Men are so sneaky aren't they?' I said to the bigger of the cats.
He regarded me sleepily and closed his eyes. Moments later he was asleep.
posted by fatmammycat at 8:17 a.m.
8 Comments:
Didn't Sigmund Freud have something to say about dream houses? Or was that just about trains going through tunnels and naked guys with fruit baskets in they laps and who has the biggest banana and the French maid that am smoking huge cigar while she ride this tiny little rocking horse and all that...
Anyway... GLAD YOU BACK FMC!!!!
Me missed you.
That old deviant, finding dicks in every corner, thinking there's something funny about midgets rising seahorses through dark sea-weed strewn caverns. WTF's wrong with that?
Hiya Monstee, smoochie smoochie.
Freud was a perverted old bastard.
I'll be joining the house-hunting scene soon myself, Ms.Cat. I'm looking forward to having a house, but...not the process of getting it. Ugh. Open Houses, offers, counter-offers, credit checks, inspections, closings...
I have the answer, though. A lottery ticket.
Congratulations Missus. Have you seen any you like?
I've seen some listings that look okay, but we haven't really started to look with any seriousness...just scoping out the market, deciding how much of a commute we can stand. The further out of Boston, the cheaper the houses are, but I don't want to be on the train at 7am!
Shit, neither would I. Gotta run, his lordship has pulled up downstairs and I'm heading out now to look at this house he is so interested in. Ciao.
So, what was it like?
Maggie started eyeing up property agent's windows when we were in Brittany. Although house prices are steadily rising, you can still get some cheap wrecks for renovation.
And the croissants are good...
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