Thursday, 17 September 2015
Horses for Courses or Different Strokes
Helen, my pamperer-beautician welcomed me back with open arms, wax, oils, potions and lotions at the ready. Sinking onto her couch. snuggling down under thick, fluffy towels, lulled by softly indeterminate music, I gave myself over to bliss!
We hadn’t seen each other for months, we had a lot to catch up on. Not exactly the ideal way to spend an hour’s facial treatment, but we are fond of each other. Helen sees me as something like an auntie, or maybe a mum substitute and I am very happy for her to open up to me, and I have sometimes got a blog post out of her.
This time she had a tale about her two boys. Her flamboyant daughter is a budding actress and singer, gone off to find fame and fortune. The boys are fourteen and eighteen, and live at home. Lately, Bryn, the fourteen year old, has been walking around with his chin scraping the floor. His girlfriend just finished with him. Her mum doesn’t allow her to go out on weekdays; as they also live more than 10 miles apart and go to different schools, young love does not have an easy ride. Bryn is heartbroken. Helen is sympathetic, “I am sorry it’s not working out,” she said, “but what can be done?" Thinking she’d cheer him up by offering him a present she said: " What can I do to make you feel better?”, expecting him to ask for some digital gadget, money for an outing or a new pair of trainers; Bryn’s reply was: “Mum, could you have me transferred to my girlfriend’s school?” At fourteen true love runs deep!
Now, Liam, the other boy, at eighteen, has no girlfriend and has never had one. With Bryn’s despondency on her mind she got hold of Liam at a quiet moment. “Poor Bryn,” she started out, “he’s got it bad. What about you? Isn’t it time you told me about your girlfriend/s?”
“Me mum? What would I do with girlfriends? I don’t want a girlfriend. She’d only get in the way for rugby or football. Besides, my mates wouldn’t like me mooning after some girl, when we’re out clubbing.” (I always thought the point of going out clubbing [known as dancing in my time] was to get closer to the opposite sex?) Apparently, Liam is a keen party animal and an even greater sports fanatic, belonging to a number of clubs and frequently playing at away matches and competitions. It seems that neither activity has so far brought him into contact with a suitable love object. I wonder what will happen when he finally does fall?
Come to think of it, their sister, the actress, is still gloriously unencumbered at twenty one. What is wrong with the little one? Perhaps he got the other two’s share of romantic muscle?