O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us
(from “To a Louse” by Robert Burns)
During my visit to Port Elizabeth last week, the sprog was enjoying her regular midday nap and I found myself casting around for some or other quiet occupation to while away the time until she awoke.
At first glance, my ex-wife’s bookcase seemed to be stuffed to overflowing with colourful potential, but there were actually very few paperbacks that didn’t contain the words “…one woman’s struggle against…” somewhere in the blurb on the back. Call me small-minded, but I’d rather be bored than go snorkelling in the cloudy waters of chick-lit.
I was about to head off to the kitchen to try and scare up something for lunch, when I noticed a rather drab, unadorned tome lying on the top shelf. It looked suspiciously like a journal or a diary…
Of course I read it.
All I can say is that Robert Burns was pretty damned clueless – about this, at any rate. Knowing what my ex really thinks of me is something I could safely have done without. Yeah, yeah, I know: Self-inflicted wound.
Ironically, “nosy” wasn’t listed as one of my flaws.