What is Easter coming to?
There may have been one or two occasions when I was away somewhere, but I can't really remember.
This year, Ken decided to go to a motorcycle club meeting in the country, with some friends. This meeting is held at Easter every year, and he always went on Easter Saturday, leaving Sunday free for lunch with his family. But since his Mum died in December, and his sister and her family disappeared to their holiday house down the beach for the weekend, he decided there was no point in spending the day at home with just me when he could be with his bike buddies.
I felt like I'd been abandoned. I didn't say anything, but I was so pissed off with him, I didn't even buy him an Easter egg, even though I was with him when he bought one for me last week. I figured that if I just stayed at home all day and sulked, I would be so cross by the time he got home, life wouldn't be worth living for either of us! So I called a friend who lives on her own, to see what she was doing, and she said she didn't have any plans, but as she had a free movie voucher she might use that. I asked if she would like some company and she was delighted to accept. Ken came into the kitchen as we were discussing which movie we'd go to, and after I hung the phone up he wanted to know what it was all about. I said "I'm going to the movies tomorrow with a friend" and his mouth dropped! I said "Well, you're doing your thing, so I'll do mine". He was not happy! but what could he say?
Ken left home at 9 am, leaving the Easter egg and card on the kitchen table for me. I hadn't left anything out for him, and he was puzzled. "Go suck an egg" I thought to myself as he rode off.
I picked up N. just before noon and we drove over to the Rivoli Theatre in Camberwell where we saw "Silver Linings Playbook". I am not up with the latest movies, as Ken and I rarely go to them, so I'd not heard anything about this one. A great story about people with mental health issues, with both sad and funny moments in it. We both really enjoyed it, and afterwards we found a nice cafe to have a coffee and muffin, and talk about the film and other things. N. is an artist, so we had lots to talk about.
I was feeling quite cheerful by then, and when we walked past the Chocolate Box shop in Burke Road, seeing it was still open I felt a bit guilty, so I popped in and bought an egg for Ken.
So...it wasn't what I would have preferred to do on this special day, but I don't think it will happen again. I gave Ken something to think about next year!