What it is to be right!

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Hey, OV and I are in the interesting position of ‘Both Being Right’ (whilst, of course, disagreeing with each other!)
It is one of the mysteries of marriage that there are times when it is perfectly obvious that one’s partner, although being delightful and the friend of one’s proverbial, is, nevertheless, decidedly dense and not open to persuasion.  Last night was one of those times.  With storm force winds promised I remarked to OV that the eucalyptus tree was likely to be a victim.  "No," said he, with that measure of decision that only a male mathematician can attain.  "Physics dear, physics."
There ensued a brief but heated exchange on the subject of physics, common sense and probability.  In the end I fell into bed too tired to continue the argument and we were soon snoring (or gently susurating, if you prefer.)  Just before 3.00 am we were startled awake by a particularly violent gust of wind (we later discovered that the storm hit at 2.30 – but it’s been a long and busy week and we slept through the first part.)  By 3.15 it was clear that sleep could not be entertained, and, after a short and good-natured discussion we agreed that a pot of tea was an excellent idea.  "I’ll go outside and move the car," quoth OV.  "No!" quoth I, in some alarm, "It’s far too wild out there.  Don’t go out!"
This exchange, repeated in a random way, filled the next 3 or 4 minutes, and then OV disappeared out into the dark and the storm.
Carrying the tea tray upstairs I climbed back into bed, to be joined by a chillier and damper version of the dear husband who had recklessly ignored my warnings and braved the night.
We supped our tea and read our books until sleep seemed possible once more.  The screech of the wind and the buffetting of the house was quite soothing by now.  We slept.
6.45 am OV pulled back the curtains.  "Glad I moved the car," came the laconic comment.  I joined him at the window.  Half the eucalyptus lay across the place where the car had stood.  Wow!
Now, several hours later, the rest of the tree is down and waiting to be reduced to logs for the log pile.  Being right can be a bit humbling sometimes!

About apthomas

I love books, reading, writing, baking, chocolate, painting, sewing, people and fairtrade - not necessarily in that order. I am a lazy gardener - who loves the garden, and a lazy housewife who likes the place to be warm and welcoming. I live in beautiful Somerset. I am enslaved by Sherpa-the-cat. Saturday mornings find me 'playing shop' in the Honey Pot - a second hand bookshop, run from my garage, where along with the books you'll find fun, friendship and refreshments - all in a good cause.
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One Response to What it is to be right!

  1. Colin says:

    Just seen the picture – very impressive!I’m amazed you managed to wait until 1.30pm before posting your triumph, mother. Though I’m reminded of Mr. Bennet: "He had always intended to visit him, though to the last always assuring his wife that he should not go."

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