random ramblings and red wine


Don’t you just love IMDB.com? I do. I know more about what I watch now than I ever did. Because whenever I see someone who looks vaguely familiar, I just leap on IMDB.com (usually on my iphone) and look them up.

You know how it goes – you’re sitting there watching something and there is a familiar face looking back at you. You just can’t put a name to them, but you’re sure you’ve seen them before. So you look them up, and discover that while they are not a major star, they’ve been an extra in almost every sitcom you’ve ever watched.

How gratifying is it to discover that the person you’re watching in CSI was in an episode of Magnum, PI? Or that they were in Simon and Simon, and then also in two episodes of ER?

I love it when that happens.

My husband is less enamoured.

We’ll be watching a movie, and all of a sudden I am telling him what movies the bus boy was in. He didn’t even notice the bus boy in the first place.

What the hell is a bus boy?

We have a running joke when we watch movies – we  spot the people with the least air time – those people who fall over in the background, or look in the door and nod to someone else – and we claim them as our own. 

“That’s my part.”

This is what couples do. Couples married for ten years. How fun and crazy are we?

So this January we’ll have been married for 11 years. I was hoping for that elusive eternity ring for our tenth anniversary, but it never quite happened.

But since I wear the pants in this relationship, the ring not turning up is more my fault than his, since it’s up to me to organise it. 

And truth be told –  I already did organise it. Abotu 5 years ago I commissioned it to be made, and then I had to reject it. My God, that was one of the most horrible days of my life. I went without my wedding and engagement rings for a week while they worked on the new one, and then I went to pick it up and it was so so SO wrong. How hard is it to get the details right?

My wedding ring fits around my engagement ring with a cut out curve. All I wanted was the eternity ring to fit into the set in the same way. And yet they made it completely different. A soft curve instead of the sharp semicircle. Plus it was supposed to be in white gold. It was yellow. I rejected it, got my deposit back, and stormed out with my baby (number 1 child). We went to the carpark, and I paid for parking and sat down to bawl my eyes out. 

Suddenly baby shit was running down my arm – she was overflowing with that mustard coloured baby poo. She really must have got into the feeling of the moment.

I changed her on the back of the car, then looked for the parking card. I couldn’t find it anywhere. After 10 minutes of searching I finally found where it had dropped, under the car.

I sat in the car and cried for another 5 minutes just for good measure.

Finally I tried to drive out of the carpark. Uh oh – the parking card has now expired because I took too long to leave the carpark after paying for my parking!

So I have a slight stigma attached to my non-exisitant eternity ring. Plus I am never going back to Putney after that confrontation with the parking attendant! I bet he didn’t expect that to happen when he woke up in the morning and got dressed in his parking blues with the clip on tie and crappy name tag.

But there is an up side to that – in the 7 years that followed, I redesigned my ring, and now have a really clear idea of how it should look.

When I get it done it’s going to look gorgeous – like half of a flower.

All I need to do now is decide if I want it in diamonds, or coloured stones.

I don’t suppose IMDB.com can help me there.

Categories: crazy people