Donna dropped in for a coffee and a chat early this morning and, as she always does, parked on the paved verge out the front. She stayed for a couple of hours, and we had an easy time. She can be good company at times.
After Donna had gone, Agnes ventured upstairs. We gave each other a hug, or at least she let me hug her, and did our best to resume normal behaviour. I’d been thinking earlier about how I could make things up to her, not easy, and I thought that maybe it’d be good if I made an effort to teach Agnes how to catch her own fish, so I asked her if she would like me to see if Stuart had any paid work for her at the office. Agnes said she’d consider the idea, but she didn’t want too many hours. So, I’ll see what Stuart says on Monday.
Later, while I was pottering out the front in what I call my garden, Megan’s head appeared over the fence, at an inviting height, although unfortunately I didn’t have any rotten tomatoes with me, and said could she have a word with me. She said, with such a sweet smile on her face, could I please ask my visitors not to park in front of her house. I was momentarily taken aback, especially as she seems to think it’s fine for her to park in my driveway and poison my wildflowers whenever she feels like it. Anyway, what would Susan do? I calmly replied that the verge was in front of both our houses, that it was council property, and that anyone who wanted to could park there. Her smile faded immediately, and she said she knew I’d say that. Well, duh. I offered to ring the council for clarification on Monday, but she didn’t like that idea. I am getting the impression she’s one of those people who in general don’t like to do what’s fair, but rather like to do what is best for them. It’s hard to reason with someone like that, as they think everyone else thinks as they do, and so everything becomes a battle of wills. What a way to go through life. Anyway, I decided the best option was to ignore her.