SPARKS 13

It is Sunday and it is raining again, I guess two straight sunny days were more than we could hope for. I open the door to the kitchen and Howard is already sitting at the table, wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. He seems really busy with a magazine in front of him. “Morning Gromit, what are you doing?”
He grunts.
“Right, have I ever told you are a true ray of sunshine?”
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I’m a fast learner, prepare some coffee and start spreading some marmalade on my toast. I stay there, by the stove, looking at him, trying to find something smart or funny to tell him. *a simple sentence in English would help too you stupid cow* There is a stretch of silence between us which isn't entirely comfortable. Luckily coffee is ready and comes to my rescue. I pour him a cup and I get closer, with very careful steps, I almost tiptoe… “good boy, good boy” I pretend I’m facing a starving lion “here it is, no need to bite, I’m getting closer now, no need to get nervous, good boy” he smirks and takes it.
I get closer to him, “so what is it?”
“I don’t like when people talk to me so early in the morning and I don’t like when people read from behind my back” he says.
“Optimistic and positive, that’s what I like in a man” and I simply kiss his head. I guess not thinking is the real issue here. I realize what I have just done and freeze. He pretends not to notice *thanks*. “Sudoku! I love it”
“Of course you do”
“The four there is in the wrong position” I say pointing to the grid, “you need to move it here, so the five goes in the second row and the last column starts with a one”
“Would you like to complete it?”
“No, it’s yours, you have fun”
He looks at me for the first time “what is that?”
“By the look in your face should I assume you’re not a Miss Piggy fan?”
“Where do you buy your PJs? At the passion killer store down the street?”
I sigh, “You don’t understand, it’s what is under the fabric that counts”
He scratches his head “since when?”
“Since forever. Have you read what it says in the back?”
“Why I fear you’ll show it to me in a second?”
I turn around and he reads “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”
He laughs. “See? I’m glad you like it, it was either this one or "Never eat more than you can lift'. I wasn’t too sure I could follow her suggestion, while I can certainly punch people. What do you think?”
“That you talk too much and that you must bizarre yet interesting mating rituals in Italy” I can see he is about to add something but changes his mind, “what did you do last night?”
“We went to a club in Notting Hill, how was the movie?”
“Fun, the kids loved it”.
He put his cup in the sink “I better wake Grace up, we’re spending the day with my sister, I’ll drive her back home in the afternoon and fly to Germany. I’ll be back on Wednesday.”
*Bonk!* that’s my heart falling into the sink by his coffee cup and leftovers of my toast. Try to smile “It’s such a beautiful country, can’t deal with the language though. I tried to study it. I took classes for 2 years but nothing. I guess one of the major issues I have with it is they expect you to say fruhstuck whenever you want breakfast and there’s no way it can be my first word in the morning”
He laughs, “Same here, can speak only few words”
“But for you is different”
“What do you mean?”
“I bet you were the cute boy who only had to count to ten without mistakes and everyone would clap their hands and praise your qualities. My father considered it a major disappointment in my academic career”
“Are you saying I’m dumb?”
“I’m saying you’ve a shrewd mind”
He grins, “Mary Swot Poppins, I have few words for you
You put your right foot in,
You put your right foot out;
You put your right foot in,
And you shake it all about.
You do the Hokey-Pokey,
And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about!
There you go, have a nice day” and laughs
“Not the Hokey-Pokey… I’m taking Daniel’s to his football game, what if I start singing it there…it is going to be so embarrassing…you should be ashamed of yourself”
“I’m not, do you know the moves?”
“Of what?”
“The Hokey-Pokey, come here” he takes my hand and guides me to center of the room and starts showing me how to do it. We’re shaking it all about when Gaz opens the door and looks at us.
Rolls his eyes “Kids I’ve told you many times, there’s no playing until you finish your homework. Doug, I don’t care how much you beg; there’s no changing of the concerts song list”. We laugh and he leaves the kitchen.

A little late I’m sitting in front of my laptop, writing and e-mail to Caro, hoping she can read it soon and maybe sending me a good advice
I know you cannot be bothered in your honeymoon. BTW hope uncle Will hasn’t send MI5 agents to look for me yet.
Woke up with this poem by Pablo Neruda on my mind

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as certain dark things are loved,secretly, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carrieshidden within itself the light of those flowers,and thanks to your love, darkly in my bodylives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,I love you simply, without problems or pride:I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of lovingbut this, in which there is no I or you,so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Went down for breakfast and Howard was there. Started singing ‘For your eyes only’ at the top of my imaginary lungs in my very much disturbed head.
He’s going to Germany for 3 days. Feel like killing myself. Please advice.
B

After few minutes my Google icon blinks and turns blue. I click on it
We got to the sea resort last night. It’s heaven. They have internet connection! Be back in a week.
Suicidal instinct? Save yourself the trouble and tell your father you’re working as a nanny. He’ll kill you himself. LOL
I bet my husband he’ll come back in less than 24 hours. If I win you HAVE to let me shag one of them.
C.