Monday February 2nd.
We were still fired
up by our London trip this morning and after our swim we spent an age chatting
with Sarah about it. Once again she was amazed by the things we get up to,
although, we do seem to concentrate most of our efforts on the weekend, as our
weekdays nights have become somewhat snarled with our teaching commitments.
Sarah asked if we could give the address of the East Coast Trains website so
she could book tickets for cheapo trips to the Capital. She was caught up in
our enthusiasm for the Mummies exhibition and you could see we had a convert to
the Brit. Mu. Whether she actually goes through with anything remains to be
seen, obviously.
Most of the snow
seems to be confined to the places where the sun doesn’t shine. No, stop it! I
don’t mean that place. That’s just being naughty! We still had a day left on
our Mega-Rider Tram tickets so we used those this morning but it does seem to
slow us down in our commute. All of the dedicated parking spaces have been
cleared at work, so we’ll probably drive all the way in tomorrow to see if my
impression about the time it takes is wrong. I timed the journey from our front
door to arriving at my broom cupboard and I will do the same tomorrow using the
car. I have a feeling that, although I think it takes longer using the tram, it
is actually about the same.
Work, both at Uni and
‘Triple X and Why’ went as normal. Nothing surprising or unusual. I am starting
the next series of lectures on Thursday so I did a lot of prep for that, mainly
getting my Powerpoint ready and checking the learning objectives match the
criteria I have been given.
At Triple X I told
Mrs Briggs about Mum’s new beau. She was quite sensible about the whole thing
and is looking forward to casting her appraising eye over him on Saturday too –
she’ll be at the same concert and we usually meet up in the circle bar for
drinks at the interval. I did toy with the idea of playing a trick on the
unsuspecting Tony, and pretending that Mrs Briggs was my partner and Laura was
her daughter. I decided against it as that would be so unkind to do to someone
when you first meet them, wouldn’t it? Laura gave my wrist a slap when I told
her of my silly idea. She told me it was a wicked thing to do and would give
this Tony person the completely wrong impression of what I was really like.
I don’t deserve to be
in love with someone this sensible, do I? She often is the voice of reason
arguing against my stupid excesses. She is usually absolutely right too! When I
got Callie I told my Scottish Gran I was expecting the patter of tiny feet in
our house. Phew, was that an error of judgement? She didn’t speak to me for
nearly a year afterwards and hung up on me whenever I called her. I actually
undertook a pilgrimage to Hawick, in person, with Callie in tow to grovel at
her door. I thought she was going to slam the door in my face when she saw who
it was but luckily she didn’t. She did blame my Dad for my warped sense of
humour and I am afraid to say I agreed with her and heaped the disapprobrium on
his shoulders. Technically, she was right; he and I do share a similar anarchic
(possibly self-destructive) streak in what we find funny.
The visit of Trevor
didn’t produce the same enthusiasm for the British Museum’s Mummy exhibition
which it did in Sarah this morning. I put it down to his being a mathematician
and therefore not into the finer things in life. I got another slap for that
too. I hastily back-peddled and likened him to my brother instead. He and
Trevor do share the same blinkered outlook on life. I just couldn’t believe
that our obvious delight in what we’d seen wouldn’t have been as infectious in
him as it was in Sarah. Life lesson learned there though, in spades! I had
upset my beloved and remembered a truth I’d forgotten – people are different.
I made it up to Laura
after I walked Callie. She was impressed by my cunning linguistic skill! I have
made a mental vow not to say anything without thinking if it will make her
upset. My mouth just gets carried away with me at times. (This time you can
take that the wrong way, if you wish!)
Tuesday Feb 3rd.
It is official. The
journey to work is 5 minutes quicker using the tram. I didn’t believe it. I am
going to time each day and produce an average time, instead. Laura said that is
like asking for the best of three to become the best of five when you lose in a
game of chance. She is right of course. Again.
Spoke with Steve this
morning on returning with Callie from our walk. He jumped out of his doorway as
though he’d been waiting for me. (He had, as it happens.) It appears his mate
will need to hang the muntjac for a bit longer before doing the necessary with
his knives, as it was so fresh. (When I found it, the poor thing was still warm
to the touch.) He will hang it until Friday, exsanguinate it and then cut it
into joints. I am wondering what Laura’s reaction will be. She knows Steve and
I went to move it, but she doesn’t know about the other stuff. Perhaps I should
have told her there and then? She eats the pheasant I shoot and the
rabbits. She thought the pigeon pies I have made were wonderful so
theoretically she should be OK with eating the deer. I can’t help feeling I
have been stupid again.
The full day at Uni
passed with no alarms or worries. Felice and the science guy are being silly
with each other again. It does my head in, all her pecadilloes but, again, that
could be me being hypocritical. When I was an Undergraduate my sexual behaviour
was much worse. I had a whole term of f*cking anything in trousers, after a few
drinks. That would have been equally as distressing, I suppose, although I
didn’t broadcast the facts among my peers with such abandon, the way Felice
does. In fact the only people who knew I had opened my legs were the guys who,
unexpectedly, found themselves between them. The male jungle telegraph seemed
to work pretty quickly, however, which was one of the reasons I stopped
“putting it about”.
I suppose most people
will have episodes in their past of which they are totally ashamed. Although,
having known Laura for as long as I have (I have known her since she was about
8) I don’t believe her wardrobe has any skeletons at all. Mine is a pretty
‘rattley’ one to say the least.
Olivia, tonight, was
fired up by the descriptions of the Mummies and our reaction to them. Hoorah. She
is still a 16 year old and so perhaps less cynical than Trevor. She has just
started dating a guy called Ben which could be a distraction coming up to her
GCSEs. Her Mum seemed fine with the idea, though, and called Ben a really nice
boy. Oh heck. That would have been the kiss of death for me, if Mum had said
that about any of my Boyfriends when I was at school. She only knew about
a few, fortunately, and she didn’t know what depraved things I used to get up
to with them, which would have given her apoplexy – no doubt. With that playing
in the back of my head, I broached the subject of contraception with Olivia
when we’d finished our work for the night. She pretended to be shocked and then
was really quite sensible. She hadn’t thought about ‘letting him yet’ (her
words) but she had bought some condoms to keep in reserve. Sensible girl, I
thought.
They have only
snogged so far but she had noticed he gets quite aroused when they do that. She
doesn’t want to do anything about it though. I almost told her about me and Ian
when we were 15 but decided that would be a step too far. I ended up spouting
platitudes at her but that could be more than she has heard from her mother?
Logic dictated I
didn’t tell Laura about this. She reminded me of the conversations I have had
with my niece Jill in Australia who is about the same age as Olivia and going
through the same anxieties.
Wednesday Feb 4th
100 lengths of the
pool do get easier and easier once you are back into the swing of things. We
seemed to be out of the water in no time and busy showering away. Back in the
changing area Laura grabbed my arm and told me to get in the cubicle and stand
on the bench. I was a bit surprised so I did what she said. She then proceeded
to eat my important little place until I had to bite my towel to stop myself
yelling out. I was all set to return the favour but she said, “Not here, back
home!” Not used to being ordered about so peremptorily I did as I was told. We
dried and dressed in Olympic record time and inside 10 minutes I was inside my
love at home. Between licks and nibbles, I asked her what was going on and she
said she’d had this sudden and overwhelming desire to have sex and she was
gauging my reaction if she acted on her impulse.
After we had both
enjoyed each other’s treasures we chatted about the idea of just having sex
when we felt like it, wherever we were. I am up for that or what? It seems she
is too. So we have agreed that we will act on our impulses more often in the
future. I have put a small vibrator in my tampon bag in my handbag so I can
surprise her the next time we get the uncontrollable urge. Richard and I used
to do this all the time, which has led to us almost being caught in flagrante a
few times. I used to give him blow jobs and swallow the evidence (which is the
one heterosexual thing I sort of miss). He used to love it and be scared of
being caught in almost equal measure. I mean it was OK for me, I was still
fully clothed and looking decorous, it was he who would have been apprehended
with his penis on full view.
My final prep for the
next set of lectures is complete. I have probably over prepared like I did last
time. I had so much stuff to present I ended up having to rapidly edit as I
went along each week. I suppose that is better than having not enough material.
I put a load of stuff on the Intranet for the students to access and download
of they wish, always a good idea, I find.
When Bobbi came
tonight, Laura asked her if she’d be OK moving her night to Tuesday on a
permanent basis. She agreed quite willingly. This is to free up a night in the
week to go to the cinema, instead of relying on Fridays. Next week we are
planning to see “Into the Woods” now that Bobbi agreed to the swap. We’ve
already got tickets to see the 4pm showing of “Paddington” again on Friday
evening. We liked it so much when we first saw it.
Bobbi’s reaction to
the Mummy story was just the same as Olivia and Sarah’s so I am beginning to
think it may be a man thing. Thinking of Mummies, I called Mum and we skyped
for about an hour. She is really nervous about us meeting with Tony on
Saturday. She sounded almost like a schoolgirl not a 60 something mother of
three who should be able to take all this in her stride. I think she is
worrying unnecessarily, TBH. I am not going to do anything to sabotage her
happiness and I told her so. That seemed to make her visibly relax. She then
spent ages wondering which outfit she should wear. She does have a lot to
choose from. She is still a petite thing and has kept her figure really well. I
am much more of a hefty person in comparison, taking my physique more from Dad
than her. Suze is a half-pint too. Whilst Philip has taken Dad’s body shape and
run with it. He is a good four inches taller than Dad, who at just over six
foot himself is no midget.
I did wonder whether
Mum’s worry was more about sex than clothes. There was no way on earth I was
going ask her that, though. Not while she was still sober at least! Does a 62
year old still have sex? I know Dad does – how else would he be about to be a father
once again? But does Mum? It is a gruesome thought and I am not going to dwell
on it.
Thursday Feb 5th
Yet more evidence
this morning that the tram is quicker than the car. It took us ten minutes more
time than it did on Tuesday. Laura just laughed and said that had put paid a
quick bonk in my broom cupboard. I asked why should it? So we hastened up and
carefully shifted the desk to behind the door so that people just couldn’t walk
straight in. The benefits of wearing skirts in a situation like this are pretty
obvious and quite soon we were intimately involved with each other until there
was a half knock at the door followed by a swift attempted opening of the same.
This was accompanied by an “Ooof!” noise as the person trying to enter
encountered the desk. I yelled out I was trying a new layout in the room.
Felice’s voice came wafting through saying something too quickly in French for
me to catch but which may have been, “Quelle connerie!”
Laura slipped her
knickers back on and I stuffed mine into my handbag and then attempted to shift
the desk round to the side wall allowing the door to open. Laura started
giggling and said, “That’s where we put it the first time!”
Felice bounced into
the room and saw the chairs stacked and the bookcase twisted round and I think
she fell for the idea that I was attempting to gain more space in a 9’ x 7’
room. I pretended that I was fed up with the whole idea and that we should put
it all back the way it was before we started. Feli helped and within a few
minutes the room was back how it had been, and a bit more dusty, than before. She
plopped herself down on to one of the unstacked stacking chairs and told me she
had come to see if I was ready for eleven o’clock. I waved my folder at her and
my memory stick and told her that I would bloody hope so with only a couple of
hours to go. She smiled in that smug, gallic way of hers which is either
charming or as annoying as hell depending on your mood, and told me that she
wasn’t as organised as all that.
Laura gave me a swift
peck on the cheek and whispered, “I need an orgasm…” before she left for her tutorial.
Feli gave me the documents she was carrying and we poured over the copies of
last week’s translations from the casket. We got so engrossed in dotting the ‘i’s
and crossing the ‘t’s it rolled round to 10.40 before I knew it. My phone alarm
reminded me and I wandered off in the direction of the room I was using.
Once again the
butterflies disappeared as soon as I started talking. The students seemed
attentive and they laughed in the places I hoped they would and a couple of
times I hadn’t expected, which was a bit disconcerting. None of them fell
asleep, or sneaked out when I wasn’t looking. The Q & A was as lively as
before. I do get asked some odd questions though; which seem to have no relevance
whatsoever to the topic of the lecture. Perhaps it is a kind of undergraduate
game played against the tutors without their knowledge or comprehension. We
used to do something similar when I was an undergrad. Perhaps I am making them
seem smarter than they are?
At lunch Laura
reappeared with a couple of sandwiches and a selection of crisps. I flicked my door
sign to ‘out’. Locking the door, we resumed our intimacy where we had been
interrupted by our mad French woman friend. After the owed orgasms were duly
delivered I made a pot of tea, unlocked the door and we scoffed our lunch. We
don’t usually do this at work, it was a deliciously different change to our
routine.
Triple X and Why this
afternoon was more of the same really. (No, not having sex with Laura.) I had a
search for case law to do and was helped by Sue for most of the afternoon. Mrs
B was out somewhere which is quite unusual. Laura admonished me as she could
tell I was still thinking about playing my trick on Tony.
Our meal tonight was
a delicious and huge toad in the hole with sausages from the butcher at
Ecclesfield whom we use for a lot of our meats.
Sally and Jenny-Leigh
were on time for their lessons and even they were impressed by our description
of the Brit. Mu. exhibition. I think our straw poll of reactions has proved it
wasn’t being a mathematician which made Trevor such a boring old fart about the
Mummies it was his gender. Sally thought it was a hoot that we found his
reaction such an enigma. She left us with a delicate bombshell of an idea
planted in our brains, “You do know that he fancies both of you so much? It
drives him mad that you are gay and he has no chance at all.” Well, thanks a
lot Sally!
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