If things weren't bad enough, I now have to find a new builder. Ever since we had some work done back in December 2010 we have used the same builder MP. Mike liked him and more importantly trusted him. As Mike said he wasn't necessarily the cheapest, but his work was good and like I say he trusted him. Over the years we began seeing him as a friend, he obviously knew how ill Mike was and would get us out of trouble, like recommending someone to fix the boiler in the middle of winter when we had been told it couldn't be fixed and it would cost £2,500 for a new one. For the record the boiler we were being offered was £750 on the internet......
When Mike died I let MP know as he had requested and he came to the funeral, I didn't actually recognise him as I only ever saw him in jeans and a cap, I didn't know if he had hair. Not longer after that I went to put the bin out and my side gate complete with it's post listed to the side. It isn't a small thing. The post is 10" x 10" and sticks 7' out of the ground. The post has rotted at the bottom. I managed to shut it and contacted MP. He came round, said he'd sort something, he'd let me know when he got back off holiday...... All was fine.
He contacted me on Monday to say he had sourced some timber to replace it and that he hadn't forgotten me. I said good to know. This was all done via text. A few more texts went back and forth me asking how his holiday went, him asking how I was getting on healing wise. Then later in the evening the texts from him became more "flirtatious" I tried rebuffing him without causing offence (my mistake) as I put it down to maybe too many G&Ts. His final text was one asking if I had a basque, I replied no but I did have a bucket of icy cold water. I then switched my phone off and went to bed.
So yesterday when I switched my phone on there were a couple more texts neither of which seemed offensive so I drew a line under the episode, I've never been bothered by a bit of harmless flirting or innuendo in the past. In the afternoon I got a text saying the timber would be £70 and that he had popped round earlier and measured, that as I wasn't in the garden he had decided not to bother me. I said thank you and that the price was fine (I have little choice under the circumstances). His reply was something along the line of "So are we still friends?" I replied "Yes, so long as you don't make stupid remarks about basques." My mistake as it only prompted him to ask "Have you got one then?"
I now doubt myself, I doubt Mike's judgement of character and so I now doubt Mike's judgement of me. Am I as nice as he told everyone or is his son right that I am an evil witch? (The day after Mike died his son was on the phone to everyone he knew, that also knew his dad, to tell them I was an awful person. Luckily there were a couple of them who knew me better, the rest believed him and that has made life difficult. )
Do I really need all this grief from life on top of my grief about Mike.
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