There I am in the paper #27 (take two)

To the thirty who read this previously I apologise but it would appear the masses who normally read my posts missed this. I think perhaps that was due to the fact that I managed to post it and date it sometime in early May. I’m not sure how I did that but when I discovered my error I quickly reposted it only to discover I’d the date wrong again. So just in case there are one or two who missed my work of genius here it is for a third time. Even I’m a bit sick of it now!

Here’s my article from The Examiner’s Feelgood. It features Myself, Yer Man and a pair of trousers. It’s official I’ll make a story out of anything.

The other day I was doing the ironing… I’ll just leave that sentence there so anyone who doesn’t read on will think what a wonderful wife I am. However, the truth is I was ironing because every shirt yer man possessed was washed and waiting for attention and I’d run out of jeans.

Ironing is not a task we are inclined to argue over, as I generally spend all ten minutes doing it, once a month. Yer man could do it, and sometimes in desperation does, but speed is a serious issue. I find it torture to watch him iron the same crease over and over while putting two more in the shirt at the same time.

So last week while doing the monthly ironing I discovered, deep in the ironing basket, a pair of yer man’s trousers which I may have put there a month previously. To say, they are not my favourites, is an understatement.

As I picked them up an immediate reflex action occurred. I’m not sure if you remember being taught about such actions at school, but it is what happens when your body reacts instinctively without sending messages the normal route to the brain. So with the same speed as if I’d put my hand on a hot coal I pushed that pair of trousers to the very bottom of the laundry basket, a place not seen in years. I then reached for another of his shirts, immediately forgetting what photo credit: IvanClow <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22146904@N04/4201955402"></a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/">(license)</a>I’d done.

So you can imagine my surprise when a few days later I spot yer man emerge from the utility room with those banished trousers in his hand. I nearly spat out my tea as I looked at his happy face.

“I was wondering where these were,” he said, skipping towards the door.

Alarm bells began to ring as I remembered getting rid of those trousers a number of times previously. How had they returned from the recycling bag, the bottom of the wardrobe and now the laundry basket?

After close to twenty years of reflex actions, was yer man onto me?

I’m not sure when I first developed this reflex habit as it was certainly not a feature in the early days of our marriage. Back then we adopted ‘discussion’ as our preferred means of communication, where I expressed my opinion and he expressed his. Such discussion usually led to us failing to reach any agreement and even on occasions heatedly disagreeing, sometimes for days. Over time I think both of us figured out ‘discussion’ wasn’t working and developed our own solutions, one of mine being the ‘reflex action’.

What hope had we for the future if my tried and tested reflex action was to be abandoned? Perhaps we’d have to go back to discussion?

Later while putting away the laundry what did I see sitting on the bed, mocking me, only that offending pair of trousers. I was a little surprised by the venom with which I scrunched them into a ball, my dislike for them fast approaching unhealthy. Just then himself appeared.

“I’m just wondering if these need ironing?” I said, so fast it was obvious I was up to something.

“I think I’ll iron them myself,” he replied, tugging them from me. There was no mistaking that twinkle in his eye. He was onto me.

Without reflex I knew we’d have to revert to discussion.

“I’m actually not mad about those trousers,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes, I don’t think they are the nicest ones you own.”

“You never said,” he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Okay, I hate them. In fact, it’s them or me?”

For a longer period than I’d care to remember he stood there looking from those trousers to me, before handing them over.

“You only had to say,” he grinned.

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15 thoughts on “There I am in the paper #27 (take two)

  1. ever have the feeling words themselves mock us? like discuss? it’s exactly like discus but with a little extra sssss.. discuss.ssss like tossing for distance every feeling held deep…oo what a record… ooo what a score! 😀 – as i hadn’t seen this i’m apparently not of mrs astor’s 400 nor Tic’ 30 heh. shameful, P) what fun! and…tee hee.

      1. if I knew more lol there is the Spanish which is itself from the European side nearly 40% Arabic. but…. I’m barely on the English 😉 soft weird foods, ya know? 🙂

  2. Kudos to you for ironing even once a month! 😉 I tend to let my husband iron as most of the clothing that needs it is his. Fortunately, he is better at ironing than I am.

  3. Delighted you reposted as I had a good laugh! What a wonderful husband that wonderful wife has! Imagine- he actually handed the trousers over! A man in a million!
    (As an aside – I also have fallen foul of the date issue as I have a habit of starting draft posts and returning to them weeks later. Apparently when finally posted the date will be the date the draft was first created. (And to change the date on the post is to break the link). Apparently they are working on it! Best advice at the moment is to copy and past earlier work into a new draft. The joys of blogging!)

    1. Thanks Angela, he’s good fun to be around.
      That is really interesting about the drafts. I think that is the only explanation for this slip up. I’d no clue why it might have happened. Thanks again.

    1. Ah sure I’m hilarious, no wonder he has a well developed sense of humour. The great thing about marriage or long partnerships is we continue to adapt and evolve. He may be onto me, but now i’m onto him, onto me!

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