About the only thing that consistently sucks about our throuple dynamic is the distance. It’s not huge – an hour and a quarter down the A3 if the traffic behaves on the M25 and around Guildford – but still enough to give pause when it’s late in the evening and I just want to reach out.
It’s something that anyone who has had some distance in their relationships will identify with, I’m sure. It isn’t as easy to read nuance on a screen, or have the simple companionship and intimacy of touch, support, shared meals, or just those looks you can give each other in response to a truly awful pun.
But it does mean that I appreciate the time I have with each of my partners even more. The time and effort made to travel makes the visits at either end more precious; as well as highlighting what I have when I’m home.
Lady M is my wife, and to use a phrase bandied around at the moment, is my nesting partner with whom I intend to live out my days.
Lady S is my girlfriend, partner, and sub – and I also intend to live out my days with her in my life. We may even down the line all end up nesting together, but who knows what the future holds.
For now then, every so often, I just have to occasionally growl under my breath when I consider the physical distance between us.
One of the best things about having the weekend together last week was having the time to hang out and all go get a meal together without clock-watching. The hour or so drive between us doesn’t sound too bad in theory but as it’s mostly motorway-style driving it can be quite draining. Being able to retire to the hotel and eat at the restaurant therefore was a wonderful luxury.
We’re lucky enough to look relatively young – good genes as we call it – and normally this isn’t anything more than a nice bonus when people tell me I don’t look old enough to have a daughter at university.
On our first evening though, Lady S was asked to prove her age under the Premier Inn’s 25 age check policy as we’d ordered wine with our meal. She was mortified to find she hadn’t brought anything suitable with her but was reassured by the manager that it was alright as we were eating. The query had been raised by our trainee waitress in passing so it was a good training moment for her.
Then Lady S asked how old the waitress thought she was, and was somewhat flabbergasted to hear the age 17 quoted back to her. Flabbergasted and amused enough to threaten to show her C-section scar for her seven year old son.
The teasing continued through the evening from there, and fortunately the manager had a robust sense of humour when Lady S started saying things like “Mum, Dad, can I have some more wine?” as any staff came near.
The meal was good though, and it has at least given us teasing material on all fronts.
My first draft of this entry started with a meandering mutter about how busy April has been, but that then led to a slightly maudlin piece about how I’m not writing at the moment, despite my best intentions. So I’ve scrapped that.
Lady M is still not doing well, but is improving – so much so that we were able to get to a big family gathering to celebrate significant birthdays for my parents this month – there’s good days and less good days, but pills and therapy seem to be helping.
In other news, work is work; cosplay prop-making is happening; and yeah, still here.
Following a small windfall – I’ve scraped enough enough money to register timmaidment.com and to start making a few cosmetic changes round here – the old luddblog address will still redirect to here but I’ll start changing my details around the place to point to the new primary domain so hopefully there won’t be any orphaned blog entries or pages flapping loose around the place
So this weekend just gone was my birthday – not a significant one per se, which is something of a relief in that artificially mugging for the camera way. Being generally so laid back I’m proverbially almost horizontal when it comes to these things it usually makes me somewhat bemused to hear people stressing about how/if I celebrate these things, particularly as a few years back I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to still be around to see this one.
Fortunately time and circumstances have changed and so I’m pleased to be able to report that I had a very pleasant and relaxed weekend visiting two people who have stuck by me through thick and thin and who I am very glad to be able to call friends. We drank a little, we played some board games, we watched The Infidel, and generally chatted the evening away; listening to the wind and rain batter the house in the backgound.
I’m probably reading a little too much into this arbitrary gateway to report that this new year of life so far has brough a sudden flurry of job interviews and interest from agencies that had been rather lacking of late – largely, I suspect, because of the fixing of budgets for the new financial year and people being able to start planning for new bits of work – so today has felt more productive than usual from a purely subjective point of view.
In addition, I’ve just heard that another friend has been allowed to go home after three and a half weeks in hospital due to the steady application of stubborness and willful arguing following a number of surgeries – and this is good too
And I’ve been having fun on the XBox too – taking my sanity in my hands, my XBL tag is Luddar, so if there’s anyone reading who hasn’t already got me on their list and are interested, then drop me a shout and let me know who you are.
At this rate, especially if the work pans out, I could get to like 2011…
WordPress, don’t fail me now…
*dips toe into the blogosphere and nods when nothing immediately falls off*