Thursday 8 April 2021

The Letter

 

It arrived two days ago. The letter. And ever since then the skies have been dark, the house has become gloomy, and life has turned another shade of grey. (Excerpt from my next washing powder advert: Fifty Shirts Of Grey).

The letter was from Mr & Mrs XXXX

This is what it said:

Hi friends, 

It's been such a long time since we last met. At least seven years. Well, here's good news. We are due to arrive in XXXXX on Friday and we thought we could meet up for the weekend. It would be fun to see each other once again. Give us a ring on XXXXXX or better still, why don't we surprise you and call at your home. Have the coffee ready!

Ciao,

XXXXXXX

Well, my blood ran cold and passed on its dropping temperature to the rest of the family. As the letter said, we have not seen this couple for seven years or so and that is not long enough for my liking. Let me hasten to add that these are not bad people. On the contrary. They are nice, kind and gentle people. But they are the world's most boring people. If there were such an entry in the Guinness Book Of Records they would hold that record in perpetuity. I believe God creates boring people so we can appreciate the more normal ones. 

This couple were neighbours of ours many years ago when we lived in London. They never spoke much. When we met over the low-level back garden fence he would stand by the fence and say inane things like "it's a sunny day today!" I would continue working and say "yes it is" wondering whether perhaps it is more appropriate to work in the garden in torrential rain instead and a million miles an hour tornadoes. 

He would then say, "this is the third day it's been sunny this week". Again I would agree benignly. He would add something else like, "I like it sunny!" until eventually I would pretend to be tired and go in the house to hide. 

His wife was just as mind-numbingly dreary having had a charisma transplant from a mouldy potato salad. I was unfortunate enough one day to coincide my gardening with her hanging her washing on the line to dry. She pegged her underwear on the line and gave me a lecture on the various styles of bras and matching underpants. I could not believe my ears ... or my eyes. As she hanged her under-clothing on the line the conversation, which she started I must add, turned from "good morning, it's a nice day," to the benefits of hanging clothes to dry outdoors as opposed to machine drying. She then casually explained and showed me how machine drying can damage the delicate embroidery on undergarments like bras and underpants. 

I just continued digging the ground and getting hotter and hotter as she prattled on totally oblivious that this was not the kind of conversation to have with a man. Especially since when I pretended to look at the garment she was holding I inadvertently stuck the garden fork through my shoe and injured my foot ... luckily not badly enough to render me unconscious.

I repeat, these are not bad people. They are good kind folks living in a world of their own and not realising the effect they have on people like me.

After we left London, we continued sending Christmas cards to each other. That's the only contact we've had with them for seven years or so.

Now they are coming here ... they want to meet up again ... why? 

What can we possibly do to avoid this ordeal? Is it possible to sell a house and move to a cave in the outer-Hebrides within two days?

Do they intend to stay with us for the weekend? The letter does not say so. I hesitate to phone in case they take it as an invitation to stay with us.

Shall we just pack our bags and go away ourselves for the weekend and pretend we never received their letter on time?

Can any of you provide us with refuge? I promise not to talk about underwear.

27 comments:

  1. ...thanks, now "The Letter" by the Box Tops in playing in my head!

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    1. I used to play that on my radio show. How about Presley's "Return to sender" playing in your head instead?

      God bless, Tom.

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    2. Music plays on in our heads it seems.

      God bless, JoeH.

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  2. As my daughter-in-law would say, "They have no filter." I like the thought of running away for a spontaneous holiday!

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    1. Yes Mevely, it would be a good way of escaping them. We have nothing in common to talk about except the weather ... and undergarments.

      God bless you.

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  3. Sometimes this Covid-19 quarantine thing is not always so bad...this would be one of those times!

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  4. Tell them you already had plans and you never received their letter. Have your bags by the door when they come. Apologize and then head out.

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    1. We feel so guilty though, (not me really when I say "we").

      God bless, Bill.

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  5. Yep! Covid is the best excuse, Victor. Use it!
    Blessings!

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  6. Yes, you and your family can come to America for the weekend and crash at our house. We will not speak of hanging delicates on the clothesline. We will talk about exciting things like what we had for breakfast. If a trip to America is out of the question, I would suggest the Covid thing mentioned above! I believe that will work. Take it from one who knows, no one wants to have Covid. Blessings!

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    1. What a kind and generous offer Nells. Thank you so much. Glad to see you visiting here again. Hope you're keeping well.

      God bless always.

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    2. Everything is good here. I just needed a small break from the internet. I really enjoy your blog.

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    3. Thank you so much dear friend.

      God bless you, Nells.

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  7. LOL! I like Presley's "Return to sender" idea.
    Perhaps you could use Covid as an excuse though?

    All the best Jan

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    1. It seems a good excuse actually.

      God bless, Jan.

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  8. You could come up with a way to avoid them, or you could decide on charity to have lunch with them on one of the days they are in the area. Up to you.

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    1. I'd gladly have lunch with them if the pay!!!

      God bless you, Mimi.

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  9. Dearest Victor,
    No doubt this is just one of your many stories, not an actual situation.
    My Pieter would say in a real case, aren’t you glad you’re not living with them daily?
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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    1. What a wise thing for Pieter to say. Yes, it would be difficult living with them every day. They are nice really, but boring.

      God bless you both, Mariette.

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  10. WE have been in this position a few times. Not being straight forward all the time hurts. LOL I know people who can say, "Not a good time!" and say it in a way as not to hurt feelings. I cannot so I just say, "Come on down!", and don't like myself for it.
    Just saying, glad I didn't get such a letter lately! LOL
    The best from over here.
    Sherry & jack

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    1. It was particularly awkward since we have not seen them for over seven years. I suggested we exchange photos instead !!!!!

      Best wishes from the UK. God bless, Jack.

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