Sean the Blade
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As I laid back and relaxed last night, in a post coital haze I became aware, as you do, that Mrs TheBlade was none too happy.
Obviously being concerned for her, I thought I’d better nip to the toilet for a quick ‘jimmy’ and ask her what was the matter on my return. After all, you don’t want to stop her mid-sob, saying “can you hold that thought darlin, I’m breaking me neck for a wee”. It sort of breaks the mood doesn’t it?
Ablutions over, I cuddled up to her and gently asked what was up. The inevitable female reply came out “Nothing!”
At this point you can do one of two things, you can gently coax the information from her, like an MI6 interrogator, or you can simply accept her answer, put her mood down to, well, just a mood, and roll over and go to sleep.
When the alarm went off this morning, she was still in a mood, I could tell.
Now Mrs TheBlade has always been a bit temperamental and she has had her problems in life. She suffers terribly, and I do mean terribly, with hay-fever. Then, this summer she was diagnosed with diabetes, and this really depressed her. I tried everything to cheer her up, flowers, chocolates, but I couldn’t lift the gloom. She even said she thought I was a misogynist, I knew then she was losing it as I have never even worked in a hospital let alone in a misogyny department!
So, I thought I have got to find out with her this morning. I chose my moment carefully, as I didn’t want to upset her whilst she ironed my shirt. Plus being a Yorkshire lass she is not only feisty, she’s got a good throw on her! So while we sipped our coffee I broached the subject once more.
She very quickly broke down in tears and I took her in my arms and told her to belt up cos my train was due. Whereupon she told me that she was “Fed up of it” did I know “How it made her feel” Every time for the last fourteen years!”. It is often the smallest things that cause the biggest problems, and it is so in this case.
It turns out that she objects that at the “point of ecstasy” I have a habit of shouting "COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZZARDS!” which I though was harmless really, but her obvious distress did touch me. I couldn't even look at the pretty ladies on the train/tram without being troubled by her protestations.
It is at times like these you’re glad that your employer sends you on these woolly-minded yoghurt knitting courses, because all of a sudden it hit me! We live in a very diverse society, with people from many different backgrounds, with different faiths and beliefs, and, people who make very different lifestyle choices from our own. Some of these choices aren’t even choices, apparently you can be born with them!
Now I love Mrs TheBlade very much, and I could cope with her being… you know, different. But I want to know for certain, even though I won’t think any less of her, indeed I be very proud of her if she did ‘come out’.
So, before I delicately ask her I just wanted to ask the sage advice of my friends here, so how do I go about asking her if she’s, you know, an owl?
Obviously being concerned for her, I thought I’d better nip to the toilet for a quick ‘jimmy’ and ask her what was the matter on my return. After all, you don’t want to stop her mid-sob, saying “can you hold that thought darlin, I’m breaking me neck for a wee”. It sort of breaks the mood doesn’t it?
Ablutions over, I cuddled up to her and gently asked what was up. The inevitable female reply came out “Nothing!”
At this point you can do one of two things, you can gently coax the information from her, like an MI6 interrogator, or you can simply accept her answer, put her mood down to, well, just a mood, and roll over and go to sleep.
When the alarm went off this morning, she was still in a mood, I could tell.
Now Mrs TheBlade has always been a bit temperamental and she has had her problems in life. She suffers terribly, and I do mean terribly, with hay-fever. Then, this summer she was diagnosed with diabetes, and this really depressed her. I tried everything to cheer her up, flowers, chocolates, but I couldn’t lift the gloom. She even said she thought I was a misogynist, I knew then she was losing it as I have never even worked in a hospital let alone in a misogyny department!
So, I thought I have got to find out with her this morning. I chose my moment carefully, as I didn’t want to upset her whilst she ironed my shirt. Plus being a Yorkshire lass she is not only feisty, she’s got a good throw on her! So while we sipped our coffee I broached the subject once more.
She very quickly broke down in tears and I took her in my arms and told her to belt up cos my train was due. Whereupon she told me that she was “Fed up of it” did I know “How it made her feel” Every time for the last fourteen years!”. It is often the smallest things that cause the biggest problems, and it is so in this case.
It turns out that she objects that at the “point of ecstasy” I have a habit of shouting "COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZZARDS!” which I though was harmless really, but her obvious distress did touch me. I couldn't even look at the pretty ladies on the train/tram without being troubled by her protestations.
It is at times like these you’re glad that your employer sends you on these woolly-minded yoghurt knitting courses, because all of a sudden it hit me! We live in a very diverse society, with people from many different backgrounds, with different faiths and beliefs, and, people who make very different lifestyle choices from our own. Some of these choices aren’t even choices, apparently you can be born with them!
Now I love Mrs TheBlade very much, and I could cope with her being… you know, different. But I want to know for certain, even though I won’t think any less of her, indeed I be very proud of her if she did ‘come out’.
So, before I delicately ask her I just wanted to ask the sage advice of my friends here, so how do I go about asking her if she’s, you know, an owl?
