Who is the director of this soup-opera? Why does he keep on ordering more snow? Does he not like the principal characters of his homely drama?
More snow, he demands.
The fiend.
And it snows again. And again.
As if our main characters do not already have enough to contend with: frozen plumbing; Hounds from Hell; Ancient Aga and all the other inconveniences of very basic country living.
And let’s not forget they are living with The Uninvited Guest. (For the benefit of any new reader who will find it rather difficult to follow this increasingly surreal blog, ‘The Uninvited Guest’ is Stage IV, inoperable, oesophageal cancer.)
Now our principal characters are experiencing rising panic as they wonder how they are going to get Our Hero down to the not-so-exotic-South for the wonderful treatment that will attack the primary tumour, the treatment which will make it possible for Our Hero to eat again and banish The Uninvited Guest.
I don’t know about you, but I think all this snow is getting just a little tedious. Pretty little icing-sugar dustings are fine – but these great curdled clumps which slide off the (not very well insulated) roof by the ton, and necessitate hours of shoveling, do not make for entertainment.
To add to your script/blog writer’s concerns, there has been a (very kindly meant) complaint about the name ‘Meddlesome Wife.’
Well, I have tried a few alternatives. One possibility was ‘Nearly Having a Breakdown Wife and Hand me the Prozac.’
But it won’t do, will it?
How about 'Mettlesome Wife'? That has a certain ring to it.
Do give us your thoughts while we exist in this snow-locked limbo and keep sending the vibes - the wretched soup is still bubbling. And pray that the Great Weather Director makes it thaw by next weekend.
PS I have changed my profile image/avatar thingy.
