My daughter is taking a nap, my son is at a playdate, and I am on holiday. Hooray!
The last few weeks have been so very up and down, I just needed a break. Badly. As well as some sleep and TLC. All things I am pretty sure I can get next week while staying at my parents’ near Paris…
Meanwhile, I spent the morning getting my former flat ready for check-out inspection, by touching-up the paintwork with white paint and Plaster Man.
I bet you didn’t know that as well as having more cheeses than there are days in a year, France boasts a website called Plaster Man. This would be Band-Aid Man for Americans, nothing to do with actual plastering or getting plastered, although theoretically you could get plastered while plastering with a Plaster Man…Mmmm, interesting thought.
Anyway, Plaster Man is a bit like a dating website for wounded and disappointed ladies in need of a male ear, advice or company. Isn’t that wonderful?
One ironic night, I found the concept funny enough to register and promptly started collecting requests from wanna-be plasters. Nothing much happened because I just could not muster the time or enthusiasm to look for plasters, until one day after I’d tried and failed to motivate friends to go out on one of my rare child-free nights.
In a bout of exasperation, I emailed one of my local Plaster Men and just stated that I needed to go out, as a matter of urgency, and would he please take me out somewhere, anywhere, just so I could get out. Plaster Man chivalrously obliged, organised a night-time walk on a hill above the city, and I spent a nice low-key evening out with a complete stranger.
From the outset, I was pretty open about not being anywhere near ready to look for a boyfriend, and the fact that I was looking for friends to go out with, maybe look after me a little, and that’s it. Plaster Man seems happy enough with my offer, so we have been out a couple of times, and he’s even fixed a couple of things around my house.
He is easy company and a good complement to all my local girlfriends who are married, with children and just cannot relate to my overwhelming urge to go out and escape whenever I get a night of freedom.
Of course, in a Hollywood film, we would have fallen madly in love and would currently be riding off into the sunset, but in the real world of people who do not wake up with full make-up on, we have started what feels like easy friendship, no relationship on the horizon.
Still, when T actually saw Plaster Man this morning as he dropped our daughter off during our painting session, I was pretty happy to leave him guessing…Ha!