I thought I'd do a very quick post tonight, just to let folks know I've not gone away for good. I also thought I should post, because if this blog is really supposed to be a diary of events as they happen, then things should be kept up to date. And despite my break, things have been happening. To keep up to date. Oh, yes.
After I'd finished watching Lionel Messi rise above a sea of mediocrity and distance himself from the 21 big girls' blouses that happened to be on the same pitch as he last night, I came upstairs, Ovaltine in hand, to settle down with my book. There was a light on in the study (ahem, box room) and the sound of tapping keys. I had thought that Helen had gone to bed, but apparently not. I quietly walked in, peered over her shoulder. With my not being a ninja, she heard me, and quickly moved to shut down whatever was on screen. Well, this was role reversal, I thought!
Anyway, cutting to the chase, I exerted my manly dominance and forced the page back up. And there it was. Shocking! I was truly taken aback! How could she? I could never look at Helen in the same light again. Ever. Yep, my bloody spreadsheet was open. The one logging all the bets. Oh, the deception.
I might have been on a break, but it seems that Helen has not. It would appear that she has exploited the fact that the school she works at is closed this week but the school our children go to has not. While the cat has been away, she has been playing away - with the bookmakers. Perfect opportunity for her to get used to everything, she said. Bearing in mind our arrangement, she said.
Am I blessed, or cursed? I'll leave that to you to decide.
PS. Don't ask me how things have been going - I truly don't know. And her indoors has made me swear that I won't check until directly involved again in a couple of days time. The only thing I could get out of the devious cow was that we haven't lost any more than we had done, but it's still going to be a pretty bad month. Well, that's reassuring!