Showing posts with label Elma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elma. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 February 2021

Elma's Visit

 

Aunt Elma came to visit us from Glasgow again. What else can I say? 

She said she needed a break from her husband so she told him she was going out shopping, went to the airport and flew in to see us. When she arrived she phoned her husband and told him she was at the supermarket. He asked her to bring home some ice-cream. That's when she told him that it would melt by the time she flew back home. He was not amused.

As a protest, like before when they've had an argument, he left home and moved in the garage until she returns home.

She told us an interesting, albeit weird, story.

Her neighbour who is in her late eighties, Mrs Mac Aroni is her name, went out shopping in town. By the way, Mrs Mac Aroni is a widow. Her husband died a few years back. He was the manager of a shop selling vacuum cleaners. It was his wish on his death bed that his ashes are spread all over the carpet in the store and then vacuum cleaned. His favourite saying was, "Life Sucks but not as good as our cleaners!"

Anyway, as my aunt was saying, Mrs Mac Aroni went out shopping in Glasgow. She stood outside the travel agent's shop window admiring all the places people go to on holiday. A few moments later an old man, about the same age, she said, came and stood by her watching the holiday brochures in the window.

Suddenly, the travel agent came out of the shop and invited them both in. "Congratulations," he said, "you are the 1000th people to visit my shop. You have won a free holiday abroad. All expenses paid!"

He took photos of both of them for publicity purposes and gave them tickets for a week's holiday in Italy ... or was it France? Aunt Elma couldn't remember which but it doesn't matter.

Anyway, after returning from her holiday Mrs Mac Aroni went back to the travel agent to thank them. They were delighted and asked her how she enjoyed the holiday. She said it was really wonderful, but who was that old man who shared the bedroom with her?

What else has been happening here? Oh yes ... might as well tell you about this in case it is of some help. The wi-fi in our house has been weak. We live in an old Victorian house with large rooms and high ceilings and sometimes you cannot get an internet signal on the laptop if you move from one room to another. The techie guy said he increased the router signal by some gigabytes; whatever that means.

What else? Oh yes, Aunt Elma. I did not know this but she fell off a horse recently and broke her femur. That's the big bone in the thigh. Can you imagine? At her age, she is about 88, riding a horse? And it was not a real horse either. It was one of those mechanical electrical horses which jump about like a rodeo bull which you sometimes have in pubs. A mechanical type seat that spins and jumps to make you fall off. It was at the pub. The Drunken Bishop, I think. Or was it The Fat Handmaid? Doesn't matter which pub it was.

She went to the pub and had a go on the mechanical horse thing and fell off breaking her femur. She went to hospital and got it fixed. It's OK now. Apparently they put in a metal plate round the bone to hold it together. She said it beeped at the airport security desk when they checked her.

But that's not all. Now with our improved more powerful wi-fi signal she gets radio wavelengths through the metal plate which acts as an aerial. It is very disconcerting when she's sitting there and we hear Frank Sinatra singing "I did it my way!" in her thigh.

She is a bit hard-of hearing so she does not realise it is happening. First time it happened we were at the table having dinner. Someone asked, "can you hear music?" It was Frank Sinatra then also. He was singing, "I've got you under my skin!"

Someone said the sound was coming from under the table. I looked under the table and realised what was happening. To save her blushes I changed the subject and told the family it was probably the neighbour's radio a bit too loud. 

I could not make out what was happening. Then she mentioned the metal plate in her leg and I realised. 

I told no one about it. At night, when I was in bed using the laptop I could hear from next door "Rock around the clock!"

The only way to remedy the situation is to get the techie guy to lower the power of the router to fewer gigabytes. This means I won't be able to use the laptop in all the rooms. We can increase the power again after Aunt Elma leaves.

In the meantime, "You put your left leg in. Your left leg out. In, out, in, out. You shake it all about. You do the hokey cokey. And you turn around. That's what it's all about. Woah, the hokey cokey. Woah, the hokey cokey. Woah, the hokey cokey. Knees bent. Arms stretched. Ra-ra-ra!"

Friday, 16 October 2020

Did you write?

 

Phone rings. Telephone-answering machine. Female voice.

Your call cannot be taken at the moment. Please leave your name and number after the tone. BEEEP ...
 
Hello Vic ... it's aunt Elma again speaking to your damn answering machine. I swear you do it deliberately so you don't speak to me directly. It's always on when you're at work, or out shopping or whatever.
 
Why don't you give me your cell phone number so I can phone you at work?
 
Anyway ... I am phoning to thank you for writing to your uncle Jim about him moving into the garage for this past week. You did write to him ... did you?

(Pause).

How silly of me ... I forgot I was talking to your answering machine. You must have an old model. Why not buy a machine that answers back when asked a question?

Anyway ... your uncle Jim has realised what a stupid stubborn fool he's been and has given up living in the garage and has come in back into the house again. Ha ... Ha ... I knew he wouldn't last more than a few days out there ...

But I showed him who is the boss ... as soon as he got back home, I packed a small suitcase and I moved in the garage myself. I showed him that I will not live with him any more ...

He said nothing and parked his big fat backside on the couch and watched TV all evening. I could see him from the garage window. Watching sports and eating pizza.

Of course I go back into the house whenever I need the little girl's room ... you know ... the bathroom. Or when I need the shower ... or when I need to put my face cream on before going to sleep. I also go into the house for doing the cooking and the washing ... also to vacuum clean because he is as lazy as a ... as a ... what is the name of that lazy animal that hangs off trees? A marmoset ... no ... a sloth ... 
 
I also leave him some cooking ... he likes the way I do lasagne or my hot pot ... if I don't cook for your lazy uncle he'd eat pizza every day. The pizza delivery man has been here so often he is practically one of the family.
 
Anyway ... I've been in the garage for three days now. I'll admit it is a bit cold at night. But don't tell Jim ... I'd hate him to think he's winning. Let him suffer in the house all alone. Him and his TV and pizza ... and country records ... the other day he played Willie Nelson's song ... You left a long long time ago ...  

He played it over and over again that I know all the words by heart. I think he misses me ... you know ...

I think I' get back in the house and make up with him ... I've got to make sure he feeds well you know ... also ... there's a big spider in the garage and I don't like spending another night in the garage with him ... ... ... but don't tell Jim I told you.

Wednesday, 14 October 2020

He's gone and left me

 

Phone rings. Telephone-answering machine. Female voice.

Your call cannot be taken at the moment. Please leave your name and number after the tone. BEEEP ...
 
Hello ... it's that damned machine again ... I swear you switch it on to avoid speaking to me ... Vic ... Vic ... pick up the damn phone ... this is an emergency ... it's aunt Elma here ... answer me Vic ...
 
(Pause)
 
Oh all right ... I guess you're not in ... or probably doing your exercises to keep fit ... mind you don't pull a muscle like you did the last time when you hurt your backside ... anyway ... when you finish doing what you're doing ... or when you come back home ... assuming you're not there already and avoiding me ... can you call back please. It's aunt Elma ... and this is an emergency ...
 
He's gone and left me Vic ... your uncle Jim has left me ... he's been gone about a week now ... we had a row and he walked out and left ... we've been married thirty-seven years, four months and twelve days and now he's left. So close to our wedding anniversary and all.  He left a week ago.

He just got up and moved to the garage. This time it's serious because he took with him his country and western records. Waylon Jennings, Jim Ed Brown, Tompall Glaser and all that. He even came back and took the record player, the one you wind up with a handle and a small TV.

He's been in the garage for a week. He sleeps there. I am worried about his lumbago. You know ... his back pain ... not the Brazilian dance ... I tell you Vic ... he can be a right pain your uncle. Starting at the back of the neck and he works his way downwards to your backside ...

He comes in the house every now and then to go to the bathroom, or to help himself from the fridge ... but he stays in the garage. He even phones for pizza deliveries to the garage ... I heard him Vic ... he came in the house and phoned for a pizza ... I heard him say deliver to the garage not to the house as there is no one in the house ...

Can you imagine? I am a no one now ... after thirty-seven years, four months and twelve days I am a no one ... I could cry when I think about it. My mother warned me against him all those years ago. She said if he likes country music he is a no good bum. I once bought him a Frank Sinatra record and he did not play it once. He said it was not country ... he used it as a table coaster and put his beer can on it. What would Sinatra say ... turning in his grave if he knew ...

Speak to him Vic ... better write to him ... if you phone then the phone in the house will ring on account he doesn't have one in the garage ... and I will answer it instead. Write to him ... write to the garage so he gets the letter. 

I can see him now as I talk to you ... he parked the car in the drive and he's sitting in the armchair in the garage ... the one he took from the house and he's listening to Willie Nelson ... you know ... the one with the beard ... I bet he comes in the house soon for more beer.

Bye Vic ... waiting for your letter to Jim ... send it to the garage ...

Wednesday, 23 September 2020

Return To Sender ...

 

We have received a letter from aunt Elma. She writes from time to time, as well as phone. Maybe I should send the letter back with the inscription: Return to sender.  

Anyway ... here is the letter:

Dear Nephew and Niece and little ones.

I tried to phone you the other day but then I thought twice about it. In fact I thought more than twice. I just could not face that woman’s voice on your answer thing you have on your phone. She sounds so pompous and full of herself. I know it is only a voice, as Vic explained, but I imagine her with big bosoms full of herself in her posh accent.

I spoke to Jim about it, and he said I should write instead. I keep thinking she will open the letter and read it first before you do. It reminds me when our Quentin was young and still living at home. He often said he hates it when I invade his privacy. I’d read it in his diary.

Our Jim had quite a week lately. This week like. On Wednesday he was stopped by the police at 10 at night as he was coming home from the pub. A bit early for him I must say. The Police Officer asked him, "Where were you between 4 and 6?" Jim replied, "Kindergarten."

He was nearly arrested for being drunk in charge of stupidity. But they let him go.

It was sunny yesterday and they said on the TV it would be a lovely day for this time of year in Glasgow. When I went out I took my umbrella. I am an optimist. But I'm an optimist who takes her raincoat as well. But when I got to the shop I discovered I forgot my purse. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.

I remember when I was young. I started out with nothing ... I still have most of it. That’s life, isn’t it? It was all so different before everything changed. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. It's hard to make a comeback in life when you haven't been anywhere.

Our Jim took up a new hobby at his old age. He and Fred from down the road have taken up bird watching. I mean the feathered ones; not women. After pub the other night they went through the park on the way home and heard an owl cry. They decided to find where it was so they separated. Fred went by the cemetery whilst my Jim went by the water fountain and hid behind the bushes. He hooted once or twice to see what would happen. The owl hooted back. Jim hooted again. This went on for some twenty minutes until both of them realised they were hooting at each other.

When Jim told me about it and he came home all his clothes dirty from him lying behind the bushes I could have hit him with the frying pan, but I did not want to damage it. It cost £4 ten years ago when I bought it. 

Instead I went to my room and prayed to God. I said:  Lead me not into temptation - I can find the way myself.

Good bye for now. I was going to send you a photo of me and Jim but I have already sealed the envelope.

Love XXXX

Elma and Jim