A serious bit

The Lovely S is not a happy bunny.

She is a combination of angry and frustrated.

She gets angry and because she gets angry she becomes frustrated because she is unable to deal with her anger; has to bottle it all up inside – until she can get home where I can sit and listen and talk and we discuss and eventually, after some time, sometimes quite a lot of time, we cuddle and smile and agree that yes, people really are stupid fcukwits who don’t know better but really should.

People treat The Lovely S as though she’s a lowly serf – a know nothing sack of sh*t not fit to shine their shabby, chavvy shoes let alone be worthy of being treated as an equal.

But the truth is that The Lovely S is several million times better than the people they will ever be.

No-one should be treated the way some – not all, not by any means – members of the public treat The Lovely S. 

And her workplace – they treat that as if they personally own the building and everything inside it.

Why do people do that?

Anyway.

The Lovely S is, as I’ve said, an unhappy, frustrated – and just a little angry – person.

That’s not the person she is.

Normally The Lovely S is a beautiful, delicate, sensitive, compassionate, caring person capable of bursting in to tears at the softest, emotional thing.

And she’s fearsomely intelligent too, have I mentioned this?

I think I must have; how I fell in love with her intellect weeks before we met?

She’s not normally the hard-arsed, intolerant, staring-eyed sweary person that she was earlier this evening when she wrote this.

I’ve fed her – she needed that.

I’ve listened to her (and I sympathise).

But now it’s time to take her to bed, to cuddle her, tell her how much I love her and to tell her once again that some people really are sh*ts.

And we can cuddle up in bed, watch Big Brother (cringingly) or read.

I shall kiss her and by degrees she’ll get back to her normal self.

My poor lovely S.

B.