You And Your Bliss Fuck Off

Whores with pears and pairs of whores. It is an interesting word puzzle. It gives a completely different meaning depending on the positioning of the word pear.

Everyone got too and pitched in. Sam and I used the tractor with Sam loving it and becoming quite proficient. But, ride-on mowers are fun, lots of fun, let's face it. I sometimes wonder if it is a precursor to electric cars. It just glides along, pushing over the top of everything, easy. 

It was a lovely sunny day, warm and bright. The eucalypt bush dappled the ground with beauty. The air was cool and fresh.

In the afternoon, I sensed some drama when coming upon Christine in front of the barn, curled fists and leading with her chin, she was practically hyperventilating, hissying and sissing, as I rode passed on the ride-on. I kept riding. She and Mark seemed to be having words outside the barn. All I could think of was the story Mark told about how difficult and demanding Chris was when she went and stayed at Marshall with Debbie.

We had dinner and sat around in the lounge. We always have a fire, pretty much, no matter the weather. It is always are cosy in the evening.

Christine came up to help. She seemed to want to take up her issues with Mark about the time she and Debbie came up to help him in Marshall.

Mark was telling the story about Debbie and Sunny-Brook, visiting, laughing about it, and it didn’t go down so well with Christine.

Take your bliss and fuck off… was what Mark wanted to say to Debbie, when he had asked Sunny-Brook to stop dancing in the open plan lounge up at the Marshall house early in the mornings. Mark and Luke's bedroom is a mezzanine, underneath which Sunny-Brook   practiced her dancing on the wooden floors… early, because is young. 

"Can you stop stomping around, Sunny-Brook," asked, commanded Mark.

Debbie butted in. "Oh Mark, leave her alone she is in her bliss."

Well she can take her bliss and fuck off. Mark thought.

We all laughed.

Christine got quite upset, listening to Mark, some may say, belittling his cousin Debbie. I thought, nyer. Mark defended himself, of course. Then suddenly there was yelling. Christine seemed keen to tell Mark off, no matter what he had to say. She just kept on going, seemingly needing to get it all out and get to the end, resolution, or whatever.

“Listening to you now, I’m horrified. It’s disrespectful.”

And there we have that “respect” word being bandied about again. It is spoken of as though there is some minimum requirement deserved to everyone without any sort of requirement to earn it, like it was once understood.

The rest of us kind of tuned out and continued in our own conversation, leaving Mark on his own. It was his own sister, he was in no danger. He's a big boy.

Quietly, I think Debbie is a bludger. Inexplicably, I think she may have the same opinion about me.