Saturday, 11 July 2009
The Machinist has banished me to the couch for the past three days. Well, I'm 'allowed' to go to bed, if I so desire, but nothing more. At first, I wanted to resist, but now that I feel stronger, I'm glad I listened to him. He spoils me so much. He stops work during the day, comes into the house, walks over to me and asks "Is there anything you need, Babe? Anything at all? Can I get you anything?" Then, when I assure him that he has done all he can, I can hear him carting wood into the loungeroom, loading up the fire. "Gotta keep the house nice and warm for you, Babe". Then later, he comes through with pots of chai tea with honey and soy, - even pours the stuff for me and declares "I'm off to the Shop to do a bit more work. If you need me, here is the phone. I'm just a phone call away".