So, my children are away at school for a fair part of the day.
I am only working casual, Nev is not working at all at the moment and we don't really know many people or have become involved in the community yet.
It would be fair to say that Nev and I are seeing a lot of each other these days.
We are by no means sick of each other, but it did occur to us that perhaps we haven't had a completely original conversation in quite some time.
Yesterday, Nev was out in the shed, building a toy unit/bookshelf thing for Harri's room and I had been busily cleaning and baking banana muffins - I made a cuppa to have with a warm, fresh yummy muffin and called Nev in.
We sat down opposite each other at our little kitchen table, and with a glint in his eye, Nev pretended to ding a bell and said, "You've got five minutes to tell me about yourself"
"Well," I started hesitantly. "I'm 40 years old, I am the mother of two and I work on a casual basis at Woolies as a check-out chick."
At this Nev raised his eyebrows, "Any chance of a promotion any time soon?" he asked.
"Well, I've not been there long and I'm......"
Nev stood up and said, "let me just get a pen and a piece of paper."
He grabbed a crayon and one of Harri's Star Wars drawings he had done earlier that morning, sat back down and dinged the bell again, "OK, where were we"...
"Umm, I really enjoy walks along the beach, bike riding, reading, eating, sleeping"......
I glanced at Nev and he was very busily scribbling notes with a very concerned look on his face.
I blathered on a bit longer, telling him stuff that he already well and truly knew, wondering whether I should make something up to make me sound a little bit more interesting.......
"So that's about it," I finished up lamely, batting my eyelashes at him in a last desperate attempt to win him over.
And then my husband of 18 years, looks at me sadly and says.....
"Times up - er, thanks for coming. Not sure you're my type.
Next", he yells over his shoulder.
Sigh - I should never encourage him.