Saturday, March 10, 2012

I am Surfering

We used to drive past a woman begging on the side of the road.

Her cardboard begging sign said:

“I’m surfering”

I know it is perverse and wrong and I apologise but it is unfortunately how my mind works.


I kept imagining her on a surf board.

Talking about surfering I have had my own lately.

Michael quit smoking two weeks ago and it has been a real trial.


Despite being sorely tempted in the past two weeks I did not cave.  I wanted so many times to drive to the shop to buy him cigarettes but I remained strong.

I know, very admirable of me right.

I have put up with:
  • Swearing that would make a sailor blush.
  • Too much talk about Z= see this link
  • His pacing, until watching made me dizzy.
  • Having to cook more often than is fair (I like our equal sharing of cookery Michael 90 percent of the time me 10 percent of the time)
  • Extra extreme irritation from him to my natural state (not listening and of course in the interest of self preservation I have been actively ignoring him)

I need an intervention because I don’t know how much more of this I can take I might just jump into the car and drive to the store and buy him his bloody cancer sticks.


  1. Noooooooo! Don't do it Viv, do NOT! Keep surfing….

  2. Thanks for the encouragement Jayn I will be strong.