Parting is such sweet sorrow
by John Bull
I've been in this relationship for many years.
In the beginning I was desperate to get to know her, she was exotic and
different, but she played hard to get. Obviously this made me want her
Eventually we got it together and she tuned my
life around, I became more gregarious, more adventurous and developed a taste
for wine and olive oil. It was wonderful and we had many good times.
Obviously things didn't run entirely smoothly,
at one point I felt that she was spending too much money and not giving me
enough, so I brought in a mediator named Margaret who managed to sort it out.
In retrospect think that might have been the
beginning of the end..
Then she started inviting lots of friends
round. Don't get me wrong, I like a bit of company, but her circle of
acquaintances seemed to be ever widening and I started to get fed up with all
the visitors we had.
I began to snipe at her and make disparaging
remarks about her friends and their habits. I pointed out that whenever we had
them round for a takeaway they wouldn't offer to pay. She pointed out that they
brought wine and beer but I was still annoyed about it.
The funny thing is, now that I look back at
it, she was quite generous to my friends, helping them to do their gardening
and even building a new path or two.
It all came to a head when we had a "cards on
the table" talk and it turned out that I would have to leave, which came as a
great shock to me!
I'm worried now, as some of my friends are
siding with her and I'll probably be left ostracised and alone - and all
because of my pride.
I don't suppose she'll ever have me back now.
I notice my friend Scot isn't speaking to me any more and I suspect he wants to
take my place. I hope I can find some new friends out there somewhere..
More on the "Brexit"
Read old page 94s here.