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Kate
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I called this "Mind how you go" for obvious reasons...
Mind how you go…
“Mind how you go”, she called as I hurried out the door, her plump face devoid of make-up, shining in the morning light. I shuddered inwardly, barely disguising my disgust. She’d said, “Mind how you go” every morning for 28 years as I left for the office. At least she hadn’t tried to kiss me lately, for which I am eternally grateful.
“ÃÂon’t wait for me for dinner, Joanna’, I muttered over my shoulder. “I have a late meeting with the management committee. Just go ahead with your dinner and you can heat mine when I get home.”
“No problem, Terry. I’ll make a salad.”
Great, another boring health food concoction, I thought as I hurried off to the station. Ever since I told her she had to lose some weight we seemed to be ever eating rabbit food, not that it seems to make any difference to her blowsy figure.
I loved my job as an advertising executive. Not everyone was good enough to be accepted by a firm of the standing of Dawes Dawes Philp Advertising, as DDP only took the cream of the crop. The perks were good. My office on the 5th floor overlooked city park and my secretary had legs up to her armpits and when she leaned over my desk, those skimpy shirts she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. I think she fancies me. Well, I am in pretty good nick for a guy just turned 47. Pity Joanna hadn’t looked after herself. After the kids she just left herself run to fat. Compared to the lovelies working at DDP she was looking decidedly matronly. This year I laid it on the line to her – lose weight and shape up or ship out. She laughed, not taking me seriously, but has started a fitness routine with the local gym at least. I frowned with distaste as I pictured her bent over her precious garden, hair a mess, old boots on her oversized feet.
The day was promising to be a scorcher and the office was deliciously cool as I walked through the revolving doors. I made a few calls first up, leaning back and enjoying the view over the park. Then I buzzed Kim to do some dictation. I’d be able to feast my eyes while getting through some routine letters. She had often explained to me that she was quite capable of handling the routine correspondence, but I enjoyed the power surge I felt when she was on the other side of the desk taking notes. I planned to ask her to the theatre on Saturday night on the pretext that Joanna was sick and I had two tickets. I'd tell Joanna some story.
My mind turned to the weekend. I had been looking forwarding to a few rounds of golf with my fellow executives with no women to bother about. DDP only had two females on the executive team and they soon learned their place. Blast! I think Joanna said the kids were coming on Saturday for some reason or another. Valeria and Vanessa were 25 now and for twins were as different as chalk and cheese. Val followed in Joanna’s footsteps, becoming an interior decorator, but Vanessa was the tomboy of the two and took up veterinary science of all things. Simon was a chip off the old block and after he’d completed his marketing degree was snapped up by a top agency in town, second only to DDP.
It was humid and overcast as I headed to the station around 7 p.m. At least the commuter crowd had gone and the air-conditioning was working in the train for once. I deliberately stayed late at the office most nights to avoid Joanna’s incessant chatter about her day. Some nights I kept Kim back too on the pretext of urgent work. Very soon I’ll make a move on her. I can tell she’s ready by the way she looks at me under those gorgeous lashes.
The house was silent when I arrived and I presumed Joanna was off grunting and sweating at some exercise class or another. I stripped off and headed for the pool for a quick dip before dinner. Refreshed and wrapped in a bathrobe I wandered into the kitchen. No sign of salad in the fridge or on the bench. What had the lazy cow done with my dinner? My eyes lit on a note on the kitchen table. No doubt instructions to make dinner myself because she was too busy to look after her own husband. The words didn’t make much sense until I sat down and concentrated on what Joanna had written in her big bold handwriting:
”Dear Terry, I’m going to live with David, the wonderful guy I’ve told you about who runs the yoga class. I know you’ll be terribly hurt, but he needs me and loves me and we have so much in common. You and I have grown apart since the kids left home and you’ve been so involved with your work. I’ve told the children and they’re coming over on Saturday to keep you company and cheer you up. Mind how you go”.
The note dropped from my nerveless fingers and I sat there stunned for several long minutes. Suddenly I realised how hungry I was. Damn it, I’d have to ring out for a pizza. And now I’d have to cancel my plans for Saturday night, as I’m sure the kids will hang around to all hours trying to comfort me. Perhaps I could get rid of them early and still meet up with Kim. I’d think up some good excuse tomorrow. I headed for the phone to order dinner, feeling better already. ”One large capricosa with anchovies thanks.”
Mind how you go…
“Mind how you go”, she called as I hurried out the door, her plump face devoid of make-up, shining in the morning light. I shuddered inwardly, barely disguising my disgust. She’d said, “Mind how you go” every morning for 28 years as I left for the office. At least she hadn’t tried to kiss me lately, for which I am eternally grateful.
“ÃÂon’t wait for me for dinner, Joanna’, I muttered over my shoulder. “I have a late meeting with the management committee. Just go ahead with your dinner and you can heat mine when I get home.”
“No problem, Terry. I’ll make a salad.”
Great, another boring health food concoction, I thought as I hurried off to the station. Ever since I told her she had to lose some weight we seemed to be ever eating rabbit food, not that it seems to make any difference to her blowsy figure.
I loved my job as an advertising executive. Not everyone was good enough to be accepted by a firm of the standing of Dawes Dawes Philp Advertising, as DDP only took the cream of the crop. The perks were good. My office on the 5th floor overlooked city park and my secretary had legs up to her armpits and when she leaned over my desk, those skimpy shirts she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. I think she fancies me. Well, I am in pretty good nick for a guy just turned 47. Pity Joanna hadn’t looked after herself. After the kids she just left herself run to fat. Compared to the lovelies working at DDP she was looking decidedly matronly. This year I laid it on the line to her – lose weight and shape up or ship out. She laughed, not taking me seriously, but has started a fitness routine with the local gym at least. I frowned with distaste as I pictured her bent over her precious garden, hair a mess, old boots on her oversized feet.
The day was promising to be a scorcher and the office was deliciously cool as I walked through the revolving doors. I made a few calls first up, leaning back and enjoying the view over the park. Then I buzzed Kim to do some dictation. I’d be able to feast my eyes while getting through some routine letters. She had often explained to me that she was quite capable of handling the routine correspondence, but I enjoyed the power surge I felt when she was on the other side of the desk taking notes. I planned to ask her to the theatre on Saturday night on the pretext that Joanna was sick and I had two tickets. I'd tell Joanna some story.
My mind turned to the weekend. I had been looking forwarding to a few rounds of golf with my fellow executives with no women to bother about. DDP only had two females on the executive team and they soon learned their place. Blast! I think Joanna said the kids were coming on Saturday for some reason or another. Valeria and Vanessa were 25 now and for twins were as different as chalk and cheese. Val followed in Joanna’s footsteps, becoming an interior decorator, but Vanessa was the tomboy of the two and took up veterinary science of all things. Simon was a chip off the old block and after he’d completed his marketing degree was snapped up by a top agency in town, second only to DDP.
It was humid and overcast as I headed to the station around 7 p.m. At least the commuter crowd had gone and the air-conditioning was working in the train for once. I deliberately stayed late at the office most nights to avoid Joanna’s incessant chatter about her day. Some nights I kept Kim back too on the pretext of urgent work. Very soon I’ll make a move on her. I can tell she’s ready by the way she looks at me under those gorgeous lashes.
The house was silent when I arrived and I presumed Joanna was off grunting and sweating at some exercise class or another. I stripped off and headed for the pool for a quick dip before dinner. Refreshed and wrapped in a bathrobe I wandered into the kitchen. No sign of salad in the fridge or on the bench. What had the lazy cow done with my dinner? My eyes lit on a note on the kitchen table. No doubt instructions to make dinner myself because she was too busy to look after her own husband. The words didn’t make much sense until I sat down and concentrated on what Joanna had written in her big bold handwriting:
”Dear Terry, I’m going to live with David, the wonderful guy I’ve told you about who runs the yoga class. I know you’ll be terribly hurt, but he needs me and loves me and we have so much in common. You and I have grown apart since the kids left home and you’ve been so involved with your work. I’ve told the children and they’re coming over on Saturday to keep you company and cheer you up. Mind how you go”.
The note dropped from my nerveless fingers and I sat there stunned for several long minutes. Suddenly I realised how hungry I was. Damn it, I’d have to ring out for a pizza. And now I’d have to cancel my plans for Saturday night, as I’m sure the kids will hang around to all hours trying to comfort me. Perhaps I could get rid of them early and still meet up with Kim. I’d think up some good excuse tomorrow. I headed for the phone to order dinner, feeling better already. ”One large capricosa with anchovies thanks.”
Well Kate what's good for the Goose as they say... although in this case I think the Gander is in for a let down... Lets hope so :lol: :lol: :lol: 
Too flippin well,, reads my mind :shock: So I may be a big brave guy but I ain,t flippin suicidal 
Now off to find a Card :?: Shop :?: mmh JY
