Our condo committee co-chairman, a charming but somewhat belligerent ex-special forces Italian American, called a meeting of our condo committee this morning. Quite frankly I had better things to do at 1000 on a Monday morning; slumped in a chair watching episodes of House for a start. But duty called and I rolled up on time for a no doubt fervent discussion on the placement of the patio pot plants.
Then the phone rang. It was she who must be obeyed. As the result of a car ride to collect some documents from a law office, a stop-off to collect some coffee on the way back, and rather hurriedly applied brakes by the driver; she found herself with no coffee to drink and a very wet lap.
She needed dry knickers and trousers and I was instructed to get a bike boy to deliver them. No, no, no, if there were replacement knickers to deliver to my wife, then I would do it myself; especially if (only if) it got me out of a boring meeting.
So with profuse apologies, I excused myself from the meeting and delivered replacement clothes to my wife. Just to make sure I did not arrive back in time to catch any of the meeting, I then went to the supermarket, a coffee shop and a restaurant. All in all, a very pleasant morning.
Sometimes I think there must be a god.