I was at home, using my day off to get some chores done. Out of the blue, an acquaintance rang me up and informed me, quite matter-of-factly, that she and her son were popping round. No matter how much I tried to say I was busy cleaning, she acted as though she hadnt heard a word.
Before I knew it, they arrived at my place. I cant say I was thrilled to see Thomas there, as he was known to be rather rowdy.
We were in the kitchen, having a cup of tea, while my friends son sat glued to the cartoons on TV. Then, all of a sudden, came a dreadful noise. I dashed in, only to find my aquarium shattered, fish strewn across the carpet, and water seeping into every corner.
My friend darted to Thomas, checking if he was alright. Meanwhile, I was left wringing out water from the rug, trying desperately to avoid flooding the downstairs neighbour. Once the mess was sorted, she announced they were leaving.
Would you mind helping me take the rug to the dry cleaner? I asked. No, my sons too frightened, I need to settle him down.
When I asked Thomas what he was doing near the aquarium, he told me a paper aeroplane had landed in there, so hed tried to retrieve it. The odd thing was, not a scrap of paper in sight. Thomas pointed to the cupboard and claimed thats where he got it. Turns out, hed made it from my marriage certificate.
Just get another copy. Its not the end of the world.
Of course, why should I be upset? Ill just buy a new aquarium, get a replacement certificate, and foot the bill for whatever damage is done next door. To top it off, my friend blamed me, saying I shouldnt leave important documents lying around.
After they left, I went to check in with my neighbour to see if all was well. I cleaned up as best I could, then finally put my feet up for a rest. That evening, my friend sent me a text, claiming I owed her money. Apparently, theyd taken Thomas to a psychologist because he was so shaken. I didnt bother replyingI simply blocked her number.
