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No, I’m not trading in the Mr. yet but I tried my hand at a little matchmaking this weekend! Will I be making a side career out of it? No. In fact, I may
be able to go out in public without too much scorn but I think I’ll
wait a few days before emerging from the safety of my home. And
hopefully, the Mr. won’t be trading me in!
It all started on Friday night. (insert flashback sequence here) I saw
that a shop owner was selling air conditioners for a very low price to
make room in his shop. Hmmm the price was so low I just had to phone!
To my delight the gentleman selling them sounded like such a lovely,
Irish bloke! He was so kind and genteel sounding, I offered to buy the last five units he had
(these usually sell for £2-300 and this price was so low I just
couldn’t let them go!). I immediately thought of my MIL, also Irish
(and hmmm single!), who could use one in her house during the 3 hot days a year summer heat wave (should we have one) and of course I could offer them to other unsuspecting
family who may need, as well. And whilst thinking of the MIL, the
memory of this lovely Irish gent kept nagging me. Why not arrange to
have them delivered to HER house and then we can make arrangements for
anyone interested in them to come collect them there? Seemed a win/win
situation for everyone! And well, just maybe MIL and Irish Gent could
meet! Wow! I’m a genius!
So, I phoned him back and asked if it was too far to deliver them to
hers? Not at all! What a lovely chap he was! I could hardly wait to see
how things turned out! And well, since the MIL lives in a little bit
nicer neighbourhood, Irish Gent could move to hers after the wedding.
As I searched the internet for ideas for wedding invitations, the Mr.
rang. He was on his way home from work and asked if we needed anything.
Hmmm, let’s see… something old, something new, something borrowed, and
something blue maybe? Of course, I was excited to share my brilliant
plan for everyone’s happiness and the beginning of world peace with my
darling husband! (insert screeching to a halt sound here).
The Mr. wasn’t as keen on ‘hitching’ his mum to this ‘seedy shop owner’
as I was and the thought of his mum marrying made him feel unwell (my
MIL is a lovely, Christian woman – though at times she acts more like
Marie, from Everyone Loves Raymond – I refuse to comment on how much
like the rest of Raymond’s ‘family’ we all resemble as well.). I hoped
he’d have a change of heart on the way home.
Well, he didn’t. In fact, he had time to think about the fact I’d just
purchased FIVE air conditioners and the fact they were being delivered
some unknown time on Saturday at his mum’s by then. Of course, it was
too late to phone the lovely man back at his shop so we had plenty of
time to ‘discuss’ my meddling and interfering and my poor purchasing
judgement.
The next morning, the Mr. tried desperately to phone the shop to cancel our order. He’d decided we could buy one
from him so he wouldn’t feel quite so badly but he didn’t answer. I
happened upon his web site and realised he had a mobile number listed.
At this point I probably should have mentioned this to the Mr. but the
romantic in me held tightly to the hope that my ‘dream’ for my MIL
would be realised.
So, it seemed urgently necessary that we all go spend the day at my
MILs. This seemed fine to me, we had planned to stop in anyway, this
would be lovely, it would give her time to spend with Little Poppet and
we could enjoy a change of scenery. Off we went 'to Grandma’s we will
go'!
Well, things began to go even more pear shaped when we arrived at the
MIL’s. She was in bed with a migraine. Great. This just wouldn’t do. I
urged her to get dressed and she’d feel much better. Um, no. she was
fine just sleeping in her room in her dressing gown. She
