I was walking by the sea today. The wind blew my hair into a right bird’s nest as I tried to explain to my other half the reason for writing the Belly Dancing And Beyond series.
‘It’s all about compromise,’ I said. ‘We all think we compromise and blame our partners for being stuck.’
My other half wasn’t listening.
‘Just look at the TV remote.’ I said.
‘What’, he yelled into the wind?
‘You always have it.’
‘But I work in the evening,’ he said.
We plodded past the sewage outlet, past a gull picking at a stray takeaway packet. I told him it was just a figure of speech- an example and then got cross and asked him about the days he wasn’t working. He pretended he didn’t understand and tossed a stone across the waves- the gull followed.
‘I am writing about misunderstanding and cross purposes,’ I said ‘and I am using my experience – working in the takeaway for my next novel, what do you think?’
He looked at his watch.
‘It all about break ups, how we have them over nothing,’ I said. ‘And that is what happens to Mavis and Lumpy in my new novel; they fight over something as stupid as a curry.’
‘Curry is never stupid,’ he says.
‘It’s is not about the curry- the curry is symbolic of bigger things. It’s more about the need to be right and how we destroy things in the name of being right. ’
‘What things,’ he said lobbing another stone.
‘Just things,’ I said, ‘But I can’t really say just now-don’t want to give the plot away.’
He sighed and told me he would be late for work, ‘you’ll have the remote all to yourself,’ he smiled. ‘But you’ll need new batteries.’
I asked him what happened to the old ones and he muttered something about a shaver, ‘you should know,’ he said. ‘You were the last to use it.’ And then he laughed in that annoying –I win you lose sort of way that every attached person hates.
I stared at the gull now perched on top of the barrier; one minute being right is in the palm of your hands and the next, like a good hairdo, it’s gone with the wind.
Writer Of Comedy