Man about the house !!! :-) xxx 12/10/14

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And so what is so momentous my pretties, that I should finally be so enthused as to blog the enormity, share the excitement with you good folk. ….. Well sitting in the gold and black lacquer box boudoir of Chez WozEre I have been watching a gentleman expertly fold and box his particulars in to my drawers.

 Oh I know! Really Betty! . Not only ‘as ‘e been in my drawers, he has been upstairs and downstairs, in the kitchen, in the parlour, in the yard and even in the cupboard under the stairs, wherever you please, putting his belongings, neatly and squarely in my house.

 And you would be right if you said I have been asking for it! …. Because I have !!!.

 I  invited him in, in full knowledge that he would then bring his accoutrements with him, fully knowing he would interrupt and disrupt my practiced and delicately orchestrated routine that I spent two years constructing here in the village.

 

As many of my long time readers will recall, I moved into the village some 5 and a half years ago and it was the best move I had made to that date. It was a beautiful thing to find a space to call my own and live the peaceful, calm and order world that solitude can offer. 

Of course I have had visitors and I have invited my friends good and true to share the motto I carefully stitched that was “ make love and joy while in this house “ and to be fair, that is what has happened here.

 

My reputation as a woman of ill repute had already been cemented long before I came to village and on the day of the move, it was remarked that I might do what was expected of me and   create a little black book of gentleman callers whom I could use and discard at my whim in a way that a Jane Austin heroine wouldn’t…….

However I am much more like a Jane Austin character, I sat, stitching, writing and imagining a gallant and simple romance in a one true love vein and the village saw me, live a very quiet and sometimes quite painful existence as I have faced the traumas of my previous existence and the dramatic events that brought the trauma back to life.

As my good readers are fully aware, I have written a book, well I have engaged a fine and wondrous woman of my acquaintance Beth Dismore to write my story, the story of me, myself and I!  It is not finished and there are more chapters to be completed before the entire story can be concluded but my part in it is by and large over.

 

It is true to be said that I, Betty, cannot be trusted and I Betty will continue to be a complete disaster of a woman, I wont nod can’t keep my mouth shut and I am very likely to be utterly shameless in every way you think possible, I am and will never be a lady and woe betide you impart a secret or something of import to me, as it will be a silly move to think I will be able to do what you tell me to do. I wont do what you tell me to do at all!!

But what has changed is that I, me, myself and I have no secrets, there is no angry and volatile little girl, kicking to get out of the spare room, there is no sad and austere young woman living behind the curtains, with me out front whirling like a dervish!

 

Something else has changed about the mad, gay social whirl that is Chez WozEre….and that is the gentleman in my living room, in my drawing room, he is still there, sitting in my tub chair, polishing his tools and readying himself to create a banquet for us to dine on this very evening.

 

Now, it has t be said that one of the niggling bugbears I deplore, is to see a woman or a man, hinge their happiness on having a lover. I simply cannot abide seeing a person, wilt an drip in a slough o despond because they are single, … “no man will love her, no woman would have him”……………..life is so awful and lonely ……………my fat bottom it is!!! Living by yourself is actually ace!! And having a whole double bed to yourself!! … Eating when you want and sitting in your pants in front of the telly! …..Erm too much information? J ! ……. I have bloody loved living in the village and coming home late at night to my house, with my stuff, in my home, my space……………………..and. …That…is ….all…about…. to..Change……

 There is a gentleman in my kitchen, cooking the dinner, I invited him and he said  “ he’d love to’”, he tells me, he loves me and I believe him, actions speak louder than words and I am loved by him.  We have courted for nearly four years and are so comfy and at ease,  he explained…it does not seem such a stretch of the imagination for us both to settle into the idea of building a home. He has persuaded me of the benefits to me

 The gentleman and I  an become an item and when I go out on my travels, when I am involved in my craft, when I am stepping out,. I can come home to find him there ……..with my pipe and slippers waiting for me  he promises!!

 It will not be your average home,  he has promised, it will not be a common or garden home, it will not be an ordinary home,  for he and I cannot envisage being at all happy in such a place.

 This home will be enthralling, entrancing, alive and eclectic, it will be full and busy, full of music and imagery, dancing, singing and capturing the moment, a creative hub, productive and expansive, it will grow and grow broad, fed by a happy energy. ....

 And it will not be here in the village, well not for long, …it is going to be too big for this little house, the gentleman, is too big for this house… I am too big for this house, this village … anymore

 We may step out together and my adventures may well be shared , I can’t be sure, I will take to this being a couple business, this co habiting and this  doing stuff together but he may well turn out to be the Diego to my Frida, the Spencer to my Kathryn, the Johnny to my Fanny!

 Looking at it like that, I’d be silly not to ask him on the off chance, if I shall we?  I think, I think , I think he will say Yes!!

 

 Become immersed in the romance my pretties and follow me in a beautiful flight of fancy, take care for now xxxx


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