....thank goodness. FIL is only staying for one night. He'll be gone in the morning.
Mr A phoned me from down on the land, where he spent the day helping his father. He sounded anxious. He knows I'm not happy about the way his father spoke to me the last time he was here. He was very nasty. Of course Mr A didn't witness it because FIL only does it when Mr A isn't around.
I don't want Mr A to feel uncomfortable, or stuck in the middle, so I told him that I had prepared food. I had made soup, börek, salad,cake and shortbread, and had left it all on the kitchen table, but that I was going to bed. I said he could tell his father I wasn't well. It's not actually a lie. Winter plays havoc with my arthritis and osteoporosis, and I do get some relief by getting into bed with the electric blanket on. "But you will come and say hello to him won't you? asked Mr A. I said I would think about it.
I made up the second bed in the spare room. As I mentioned recently, Mr A has been sleeping in there with the soba burning. He loves the intense heat..but I can't stand it, so I've been sleeping in our bedroom. So he and his FIL could share for one night.
Mr A arrived back at the house shortly before FIL and lit the soba. Mr A told me that when FIL arrived at the house he offered him food. FIL refused. I knew he would. He always does, but it's usually me doing the offering and he appears to take great pleasure in refusing.
I could hear them outside in the garden so I forced myself to go out. I said "Hello, how are you?". He didn't look at me, but grunted "Fine". There was a pause and he added "How are you?" through gritted teeth. "I'm OK thanks although my arthritis is playing up so I'm keeping warm in bed".
"Everyone has arthritis" replied FIL. Oh, OK, well there's really no answer to that is there?
Mr A, who at this time was facing me, with his back to FIL, silently mouthed "Thankyou".
I returned to the comfort of my bed. FIL went to bed at 7.30pm. Mr A was not best pleased. He likes to stay up late with his laptop in the spare room, with the hot soba, on which he brews up endless pots of tea. No chance. FIL settled himself in the warm room and switched off the light.
Mr A finally came to bed in our bedroom, but has kept me awake until now, complaining about how cold it is in here. So he has now moved on to the sofabed in the sitting room, with several blankets and has the aircon heater blowing full blast.
Mr A is fast asleep...so is FIL...so are the dogs, curled up on my bed. I am the only one wide awake at 2.40am, wondering why FIL decided to turn up unexpectedly without warning. We still have no idea why.
He'll be leaving early in the morning. I won't be getting up to wave him off or wish him a safe journey.