Last night was pleasant. No trouble and friendly. But the joviality and singing and holding hands stuff is something I never really get into on New Year's Eve. I can't seem to make myself feel it is different or special to such an extent where I will hug and kiss anyone and everyone at the stroke of midnight.
Returned home and as guessed Beautiful Boy was up bright as a button with the babysitter having been woken up and scared by the fireworks. Invited to a house party a couple of doors away and hub told me I was not going because he was not going. So me being the stubborn and bloody-minded type of person I am decided to go. Not even a party. Just a glass of red. Spoke to neighbours I had barely spoken to in the the last five years and returned home bracing myself as the insulting angry texts from hub were clearly the sign of more to come.
However before I returned Mr Estate Agent who had been texting me since 9pm and who was getting more and more loving just bombarded me with I Love You over and over. Then he called and he was rather drunk. Well, very drunk actually. He is still sweet when he is drunk but I had to tell him to be quiet and to just get to sleep. He has his own part of the house I think and I know he sleeps alone. Not sure why. His wife is older than him (as is Mansion Man's as was G's as was Darcy's other half...is that significant? Gosh never realised that before) anyway ...so I knew he was alone but was so concerned he was going to get himself into trouble.
Needless to say not a peep out of him today so I hope to goodness he is okay.
G texted also. But he still sounds grumpy and I felt fine about that. Lovely sexy messages from Mansion Man...yet another champers dinner party darling...but what did touch me and it should not I know it should not...but silence completely from Darcy. And I worry. I worry if he's been scuppered again just for talking to me earlier this year or if he really thinks I am an absolute thorn in his side.
So...where was I...tottering back to my house only 60 seconds away! And the torrent of abuse from hub was phenomenal. I actually can't remember half of it but I told him just to say what he had to say and then go bed.
I think that may have made it worse as I can articulate myself better than him and there is no desperate need for me to have him or keep him. So I am aloof with anything like this and I just wait and battle with words if I have to. Finally I fell asleep...alone. Hub stormed off to the bed in the attic after punching the bathroom door...which will need replacing...and waking the children.
Ironically I was not woken by Beautiful Boy until 1045 this morning!!!! Fantastic. Hub calm and we just on with the day.
We were laughing at the children dancing to Take That when a little mouse peeked out from behind the CD player! Not a house mouse! Oh No! Daughter, training to be a vet already...she's only 7...rushed off to get her book...and we have identified it as a Yellow-necked mouse. A little larger than the wood mouse and prettier and smaller than the house mouse with a white and gingery tummy huge eyes and huge ears! We believe it was in the boxes of Christmas decs that we brought in from the garage...apparently one of their favourite haunts; garages and sheds. We managed to catch it. The children fed it some of their gerbil food...it was ravenous! After the naming ceremony we filmed 'Nibbles' for a while then proceeded with the release ceremony; near the aforementioned garage!
'I love you Nibbles' said BBoy tearfully.
Trudging back to the house in his wellies he asked 'Do you love him mummy?'
I smiled and wished.
