Donna’s monthly saying arrived this morning. It was, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Well, I’ve heard that one before, but I’m really not in the mood. What about if I have to make a decision that will please one person but not another? What if someone doesn’t like having done to them what I like having done to me? I can think of a few examples of that, and not all of them sexual. Nevertheless, what about anal sex? Apparently, some people enjoy it. Not helpful.
Then, when I got into work there was a note on my desk from Norman asking me to ring a Mr Lyon, along with the phone number. Of course, like an idiot I rang the number and asked if Mr Lyon was available. And of course, it was the zoo. I don’t think it was their first call like that today.
I rang Norman and called him a Nelly. Norman laughed, so I told him that it was bad timing, because Malleable had died yesterday and I wasn’t in the mood for not funny jokes. He said he wasn’t that gullible. His name wasn’t Joseph. When he finally believed me, after midday, that’s the rule, he felt terrible, and so he should. He fussed over me for the rest of the afternoon.
It was sad getting home tonight and not have Malleable run to greet me. I’m going to miss him so much. I rang Mum tonight to tell her about Malleable. She was appropriately sympathetic, and then told me that Grandpa wasn’t well. He’d been unwell for a few days, but she thought he was on the mend now. I hope he isn’t going to be taking Malleable for walks soon.
I texted Grandpa to say I hoped he wasn’t still feeling sick. Grandpa replied only his own. I thought he must be really losing it, until I realised I’d made a typo and the auto-correct had turned the ‘s’ in ‘sick’ to a ‘d’.