Life impinges on the idyllic
There's the expectation and then there's reality.
My idea of shutting myself away in my lonely garret and writing, coming out into the fresh air every now and then, just to make sure neither North Korea or the United States haven't turned the world into a nuclear holocaust, was simply a pipe dream.
Being single again doesn't abrogate you of the same responsibilities you have before you became single. You still had children, and those children have children, and, yes, you can see where this is going.
The mobile phone, so silent for the past few days, makes the unusual sound it makes when a message arrives.
Thank heaven for tech-savvy granddaughters!
And before you say, quite casually, that I would be better off without technology, after all, all Hemingway had was a typewriter, I'm afraid to say there is no Luddite in me.
In fact, do Luddites still exist?
So, as I said, the phone dings, and as I'm not expecting anything, I try to ignore it. Three minutes later it dings again, and it's a warning. The Gods are getting impatient.
It's a message to pick up the grandchildren from school and deliver them home. It's something I haven't done in a while, but it's an opportunity to see them, and they always have words of wisdom as only a thirteen and ten-year-old can.
It's a while since I have. I suspect my involvement had been curtailed somewhat because their nanna had been available, and the more preferred option.
Or maybe they had just asked their mother to get me to pick them up so I could see them. I had said, a while back, I was relatively reluctant to go around to see them because of how awkward it might be, and to give them time to adjust to the new arrangement the divorce had brought about.
And since I've been spending all my time recently immersed in conspiracies, was this one perpetrated by my daughter in law?
I'll soon find out.
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