I was pretty confident that after Mable's outstanding performance last Saturday that I might just be able to shake Bert (which is potentially bad news from a blog perspective).
Everyday was taken as one step at a time and each day that passed with no contact made me feel a little victorious and ever so slightly smug....
Thursday came and by this point I was a bit cocky.....
Now, every time Bert has tried to call me I have been fortunate enough to be away from my desk and therefore my mobile. Which means I don't have to lie or even have a debate with myself about answering it. However, on Thursday, I was mid text message when the phone started ringing, it was in my hand. I just starred at it. Wide eyed. That number. WHY?
Clearly did not answer, after making a funny noise. Bert left a message, something about having some timber to block off the bottom of the fence so the rabbit can go in the garden and not escape. (which if you have seen other blogs he did say he would do) - but still, I am wise and cynical now - I know, it took long enough - you see if anyone else had offered to bring me some timber for the rabbit I would say "that's lovely, thanks very much", but it is not anyone else is it? It is Bert. Bert. The man who will use any excuse to come to my house and utilise my time. Not least because I don't want to accept his wood.
So, did not call him back. The weekend and Tuesdays are always the litmus test. We have just had the weekend and no Bert. Well, potentially, not strictly true - was not here most of the weekend. Had small date on Saturday and was out for a bit on Sunday afternoon with Mable. So he may have called round and would have been disappointed.
I did see his car as I took Little D to school this morning. It was parked opposite the butchers and not outside my house. More smugness. I am wondering if I am setting myself up for a fall here, I guess we will find out tomorrow.... I have agreed with myself if he does not come tomorrow then I have won (mainly down to Mable).
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