The other week Hubby Dearest was in the City for work. As he works from home nowadays, it’s a treat for him to get out and about, and I let him off the leash on those days, you know, it’s ok to go have a drink with some of your old work mates close by, I’m nice like that, see!
Well. I got a message from him saying he’ll be leaving about 7.45pm. Great, home by 9ish. That’s cool! I got dinner ready with that in mind.
9 came and went and no message, no call. I started to worry. Thing is that week, there had been a stabbing just around the corner from our house, which is actually usually a very safe place. All manner of things go through your head. I have no trust issues with him, but I worry about what someone else could do to him…
So, anyway, no message, no call. Then, *ting!* bright idea! I’ll ring his work phone! I forgot he had one of those! He answered pretty sharpish, he has to, you see! And he was short with me on the phone. Just mentioned he had met one of our friends, who is partially sighted, with his guide dog, on way home, and they went for a drink, and were on their way home. If he didn’t get off the phone they would miss their train, and he cut me off.
Phew! At least I knew where he was. He called 10 minutes later and said “Thanks, we missed the train! Don’t know when the next one will be.”
Oops!
Well, to cut a long story short, over an hour later, he was back home. I had heard that there was another knife attack near the station here that night too.. Worried again!
He walked in and I was all ready to launch into a tirade about how worried I was, and all that stuff, but then he told me how he had met our friend. At the station, with blood on his face. It appears that for the first time, while walking with his Guide Dog, he managed to walk into a lamp post. So they did the obvious thing, went to the pub! Obviously to clean him up, and have a medicinal drink or three.
Hubby Dearest was amazed at how the dog enabled them to get in to everywhere with ease! Even a casino, because that’s where you go with a bloody nose! As they walked, our friend held Hubby Dearest’s left arm as an extra guide. During these strolls, they were apparently stopped a couple of times with people commenting what a nice couple they made!!!!
I’m sorry but this is where all my anger flew out the window! My Hubby Dearest is quite a pretty lad, and he does look after his appearance, but he definitely likes girls, well, me!! He was in shock that people thought they were a same sex couple! Even our friend commented that in the last few years, since his sight had got worse, he has walked with many people, holding their arms, but never had that happened!!
Hee Hee!
