I’m Not Odd…

February 7, 2012 / Codswallop 0 COMMENTS

Conducting a “viewing” of one’s own property is awkward.

I am always afraid I’ll let something slip, like admitting to hearing the click of a light switch going on, or off, upstairs, or complaining about the sound of the lady across the hall coming home at midnight, that may put them off.

I usher them swiftly through the six rooms, hallway, patio and out-door flower-beds encouraging them to ask questions on the way.

I can have a prospective buyer in and out in five minutes.

Hubs on the other hand gregariously welcomes anyone new across our thresh-hold. He is obviously feeling the restraint of having only one person to relate to, day in day out, too. No-one to laugh at his silly jokes and puns. He is friendly, keeps up a continual banter as he shows them proudly around his small English castle. He hasn’t offered tea and a biscuits yet but they talk companionably about the flat for several minutes before he sees them off the premises bidding farewell to his new found buddies.

We’ve yet to see any of them again. They are short lived acquaintances, mine shorter lived than his!

Hubs calls my method unsociable.

I don’t feel the need to fill silences. Silences are excruciating for him.

He calls me odd.

I don’t feel the need to make them feel comfortable.

I am courteous, I conduct the quick tour and usher them on their way. They either love it or not. The less said the better.

Besides, I’m not odd, I’m English…

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Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny. I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along! As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not! In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.