I was reading a review of Beatrice Collins' book, the Luminous Life of Lilly Aphrodite which said, "its not Lilly's life that is luminous, but the people around her that shine brightly".
And so it is with my life. My family always shine brightly and therefore are a source of fabulous blog fodder, bless them.
Especially one in particular.
He never disappoints. And he likes to be the topic of conversation, so all is good.
While he was in hospital he was trying to play matchmaker. Ever since I parted ways with my ex I have not been overly enthusiastic about getting into a serious relationship. Given my Dad has been married for over 50 years he just doesn't understand this concept at all.
So, even though he was stretched out in bed, drugged to the eyeballs and in pain, he was determined to not only make the stay worth his while, but mine as well.
When I visited him one day he greeted me with, “Remember that doctor who was here last night? He asked me today if were you my daughter. He said you are beautiful and have a great personality”. “Gee thanks Dad, that's nice. However, did you notice that the doctor is around 25 and I’m not exactly the teenager you seem to think I am?” “Oh is he?” he said.
He makes me laugh. I could hear his mind ticking over, sheesh, back to the drawing board.....
The man, is dangerous when idle and drugged. It’s a lethal combination at any age but even moreso when you are almost blind and terribly well intentioned to boot.
Then, when I was collecting him from the hospital to bring him home, another patient, Bill, a Scotsman whom I'd had a few lively discussions with about Scottish football, (he's a Rangers fanatic, Mike Smith) was also leaving. He passed me a piece of paper. It was his email address. He said, “I think I might have to come back into hospital again soon, so email me your address and I will let you know when, so you can come and visit me.” “ Right Bill,” I said, as I ran out of the ward.
As I was wheeling Dad out of the hospital, I said, “Have you been talking to Bill about me?” ”Oh no,” he says, “although he did keep telling me how wonderful and funny he thought you were”. “Dad,” I said, “you do know Bill is 84, don’t you? Older than you.” ”Oh no, is he?” he mumbled, “I couldn’t see him clearly from the other side of the room. He sounded young enough.”
Thank God, he is back home again. The only blokes he will lay eyes on for a while are the parish priest and the postman. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t put it past him....or them...for that matter...
However, I have discovered that the older men are, the bolder they are, and age seems to be somewhat irrelevant to them (Christopher Williams wrote about this on his blog).
And, if I do get desperate one day, which I am not...yet..., I will just visit the retirement village. Given the green light though, Des will be all over it in no time and get it sorted. However, I think I will take my chances somehow, he he.
By the way, Des is available to line you up with someone if you are looking. It would help though if you have absolutely no expectations whatsoever! Is that OK?
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!!!
UPDATE: Ugich from the Gappa blog wrote in her comments that a certain Australian cricketer was now single and suitable partner material. She sent me this image she has created. Very clever Ugich!!! I like the fact Brett is on his knees grovelling BUT.. he is way too young, and there is a pic of George Bush in the frame so it is cursed. I am, however, truly loving my orange and hot pink sari - my two favourite colours and it hides a multitude of sins!!! Now I have both Des and Ugich coming at me from either ends of the world!!!! Oh and Barbara has just joined the frey!