I tried ringing Mother of WPKAW (MoWPKAW) but couldn't get through and left a message. The midgets phoned her too from Cornwall where they're spending the half-term break with MoM. At least she'll be coming home to a brand new bedroom and renovated bathroom. Like that makes up for the pain she feels in any way.
This time last year, WPKAW had fallen out with, and wasn't talking to MoWPKAW. WPKAW didn't even send her a card for what was her 60th birthday. They hadn't patched things up before WPKAW's death in June.
It was WPKAW's eldest brother's birthday yesterday. I sent him a text as I'd already seen him and given him a present on Thursday.
I tried phoning PlannerWoman re phase one of the house renovations that are taking place this weekend, but again had to leave a message. Am hoping it will all be completed before they return tomorrow.
Saturday evening I went to see Rigoletto at the Royal Opera House with AXA. I'm not a regular opera goer having seen only one before. My income wouldn't stretch to it becoming a regular thing either. But it's a spectacle and an event. The story is a little dated but I'm not a fan of bringing such works into the modern era.
AXA was on her absolute best behaviour and was an utterly enchanting hostess. We rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous, some of whom greeted AXA as she's a regular at the ROH. AXA is wealthy enough for the ROH to be a regular thing for her. She'd spent the afternoon itself watching rehearsals. She would not let me pay for my ticket (£195!!?!), but acquiesced and allowed me to pay for dinner and champagne (poo as she calls it). My turn to pay for the tickets for this coming Saturday which is ENO's La Boheme at the Coliseum.
WPKAW's mother actually professionally played a lead in this opera in the 1960s or 1970s. Since then she has been known by he character's name instead of her own.
Throughout the evening I was aware for the first time of talking about we in reference to WPKAW and myself. It was all "we did XX" or "when we were at YYY". Inevitable that a lot of the experiences I relate are about WPKAW and myself. There's part of me that gets guilty, critical for even noticing, as if to say spitefully to myself, "It's not we any more though, is it?".
AXA and I managed to remain sober and departed in opposite directions shortly after the opera finished. She with her personal driver and myself in a normally hailed black cab.
Tonight I'm having dinner with Elder Sister of Dancer Ex (ESoDX) somewhere near here (Docklands).
It's struck me that a lot of my friends are single, childless women in their 40s. It's not something I've deliberately cultivated. If asked, I would not previously have though that they were actually that common. If anyone can find a stat for what proportion of women in the UK get to 40 without having kids, I'd be interested.
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