Perfect timing

Sometimes you really could just do without certain events.

Events that in another place or time would just be another odd or funny story to tell, but in the moment they occur they set the mind racing and the tummy butterflies fluttering.

Let's pick an random unsuspecting person. Let's say, er, off the top of my head... a woman desperately trying to conceive, and somewhat vulnerable to emotional extremes thanks to fertility drugs.

Let's call her ET, just for a laugh.

ET was making her way in home last night, and while walking towards our house she overtook a woman walking with a cane or a crutch. They exchanged 'good evenings' and ET walked on ahead, up to our front door.

Now, our neighbours are not the warmest bunch of people you will ever meet. In almost two years we have only ever spoken to the people living directly on either side, so ET was surprised to hear herself being beckoned back out to the footpath by this unfamiliar hobbling woman, who had by then reached our front gate.

Once the usual exchange over what language should be spoken was done with, the woman proceeded to ask ET three questions.

-Do you live here?
-Yes

-Are you married?
-Yes

and then:

-Do you have any children?
-No

At which point the old woman reached into her purse, took out some money, pressed it into ET's hand, and said 'Well then, I will pray for you tonight'.

With that, she turned and shuffled up the street in the dusk.

Seriously woman, are you auditioning for Macbeth or something?

The probability is that the poor woman just reads the blog, or we need to be a bit more consistent closing the bedroom curtains from time to time, but either way the end result was the same, a somewhat freaked out wife.

It's a good thing ET had another dose of Clomid ready just to settle those nerves, eh?