The other knight

Generally He is not a white knight... in fact one would go as far as saying that "not very helpful" is usually taken to the other side. Often to a place where words like egocentric, self absorbed and downright selfish reign, but that's OK 'cos one can be right up there with Him. The difference is of course that one of us works on their issues...

Smirks and preens while peeping out from under the eyelashes to see who is laughing... your names are being taken.

Anyway today is day three of a migraine that just won't quit. Oh the migraine meds clear it for a while and then back it comes in the evening. Just in time for the bus ride home... and isn't that a treat L The only reason one is going to work in this state is... well they have air-con and it is so damn hot here and the air is still laden with the smell of smoke. That and the fact that the only other person qualified to do the job had been given an extra day off and one was damned if her long weekend plans with her family were going to be interrupted... she works more hours than virtually anyone there and is owed more time than she will ever see back.

Today though was the worst day so far and one had asked if He would take one to work. As it turned out it was just as well one had because it took nearly an hour just to get upright and functional. So instead of spending over an hour in transit one spent 20 minutes zipping along by car. It was bliss and we got to see each other... squeeeee Of course the trip home was less spectacular as the migraine circled around. And one was dreading coming back to a hot little home and a mound of dishes... that frankly one was still too sick to stand upright to do.

The cat was there to greet one at the gate... mostly to complain about its appalling treatment at His hands. You know cats are a lot like some people... very quick to blame, rather than taking responsibility for their own actions. It had food, just elected not to come in, preferring to accost one at the gate and bitch... but one digresses. So one struggled in bearing bags, His work shirt, more meds and all of this ably assisted by the cat that was helping by providing a furry obstacle course...

And lo...

There it was...

A pile of clean washing up.

Honestly one could have worshiped Him on the spot... hell one would have kissed his feet had they been around.

You know His callous disregard for others is sometimes offset by these little moments...

Wonders if it is some sort of self preservation thing that allowed Him to not be killed while too young to defend himself... all the while conditioning others by lowering their expectations.