Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Home alone

Giles has gone skiing until Sunday and I'm in the house all by myself. Actually, he hasn't gone skiing because he doesn't like skiing, he's just gone with some people to Switzerland who are skiing and he's vowing to stay inside and read books. But he also took some emergency ski kit with him. No, I don't understand either.

It's always the way when Giles goes anywhere: I rather look forward to having the place to myself without his constant clattering, singing, shouting, cackling and raging, conducting his professional feuds and world-domination strategies in his massive office next door, fielding phone calls and hammering away at his laptop, which always sounds, when he is in full-cry, like a troop of teenaged boys galloping down the stairs.

He leaves the house after consulting me eight times about every single thing he's packing "Are you sure? Are you sure the red socks and not the striped ones? Sure? They're going in... Sure?" and looking briefly miserable on the doorstep. After I close the door I punch the air and shout "YES" and vow to leave the bed unmade, do no washing up, watch Judge Judy all day and drink the kind of cheap white wine that burns holes through carpet.

Within an hour I'm a gibbering wreck, wide-eyed at my spooky, silent house and jumping at small noises.

And I don't don't know what the hell to eat. Working withing Giles' strict things-we-can-and-can't-eat thing means a trip to Waitrose is a logistical assault. Nothing non-organic, basically no fish at all because it's all endangered, nothing processed, nothing from abroad. It's why we're constantly eating roast chicken. Sometimes I think to myself "Gosh, wouldn't it be easy to go shopping if I didn't have to cook for Giles and all his arseholish ways" but then I GO to Waitrose as I did just now and I can't find, or think of, anything that I might want to eat. Not one thing.

So I'm going to make a chocolate cake instead. Definitely something I can't do with him around.


  1. Baking til your heart is content and making the house smell lovely sounds like a great idea.

    ...alternatively order takeaway just for a chat with the delivery people hahaha

  2. Sorry I was a little slow on reading this. We could have had the Bourne party. Hailey Jean and I are good at making popcorn and watching movies.
    Let us know next time. If you bake a cake, we will be there even faster. haha!

  3. The cake was horrible. Actually not horrible but very unsubtle, I took it round to my mum's house who never has fewer than eight people living at her house, none of whom are that picky about cake. Who is Hailey Jean? That is a crazy fantastic name.

  4. She is a pretty fantastic person. She follows you as well. Has the half-veil in her photo.
    She is a Photographer/model/vegetarian/nutter.

    Tried cupcakes from Hummingbird in S. Kens this weekend.... meh. Not the best.

  5. I like her stockings. Are YOU her #dearfuturehusband? If you need any tips on wedding planning then please ask someone else.

    Yeah cupcakes in general are overrated.

  6. I might be, in the far-flung future. But not in the short term. Wedding planning sucks. I have two friends and a little brother that did it last year. Yuk.
    Think of it this way. You only get to do it 2 or 3 times.
    ha ha.