This began as a tale of two gay men, a cat and an octogenarian. It's not a sitcom but I'm not entirely sure it's real life. As a couple we realised we had a choice: either write about life with the grumpy old dwarf and try to see the funny side or bump him off and put him in the skip outside next door. Since that time we have moved on ... 7 years later I came back to update things! So now there are two men, two dogs and a bungalow in Barrybados.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Brain Drain

I arrive home with a colleague and show him around the improvements - the new study and kitchen are not enhanced by the sight of a naked 83-year-old wrapping towels around himself in the open doorway of the bathroom.

It seems we are faced with a new problem - 'he who shall not be shamed' has decided he cannot use the new shower. The fact that we have not had a new shower installed and he has made use of it for a good four years is neither here nor there.

'I've tried twice,' he exclaims, 'but it's either stone cold or scalding!' I calmly tried to explain the controls ('It's a knob' I say pointedly) but that just fuels a lot of harrumphing and shaking of head, fists and unfortunately towels which is singularly off-putting. 'When the plumber comes I'll get him to sort it' he fumes. Unfortunately, there's nothing to sort unless the plumber can do something about an ageing memory: unblock the brain drain perhaps.

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