I'm not sure I like Fridays. It's the day our cleaning lady arrives and she might arrive as early as 7.15. Today it was 11 o'clock before she turned up but we had to be up and ready in case it was our turn to be on the early shift.
There's no time for a shower; that will have to wait. The bed has to be stripped and all the linen put in the washing machine. When that's done, I can have my breakfast but there's no time for an omelette; I'm lucky if I get a slice of fruit toast. And then we wait. It's not the fault of the cleaner; she's given a list of people to attend to and, no doubt, everybody gets a turn at being first. At Last, we hear a knock at the door and it'll only be an hour and we can get back to normal.
I've included my attempt at a fairy story.
IN SEARCH OF A HAPPY ENDING SEPTEMBER 25, 2023
The Prince realised that things
had started to become unstuck on their wedding day. He was so used to being referred to as Prince
Charming that he had forgotten that he would have to be married under his given
name and Ella’s reaction when the celebrant intoned, “Do you, Algernon, take
this woman ….?” was less than sensitive.
She could, at least, have saved her splutter of laughter until they were
back in the privacy of the palace. He
would have been able to explain to her that Algernon was only a family name and
he rarely used it, and then only for official documents.
Of course, his mother professed
to love the name and insisted on using it whenever she came to visit. It was like a bludgeon to remind him that he
was still her little boy and not the celebrated leader of the most prosperous
kingdom on this continent.
“Algernon, it’s so lovely to see
you, Algernon, and your lovely wife, er, umm Ella. Come and give your mommy a big kiss,
Algernon. Mummy has been missing her
favourite boy.”
Ella had been less than nice
about Algernon’s relationship with his mother. Surely, the Prince thought, Ella
should know that mothers often failed to realise that their little boys have to
grow up some time. It was not that he
wasn’t up to the job of being Prince of this kingdom. Oh, he was aware there were rumblings from
the peasants but the Prime Minister seemed to be keeping those rumblings under
control, at least for the time being.
And, anyway, Ella shouldn’t look
so smug. It hasn’t been that long since
she was Cinderella and making her living cleaning the fireplaces of her
betters. It’s true, she has a pretty
face but that’s not enough to warrant marrying a Prince of Royal blood and
being able to live in the most luxurious palace in the kingdom. She’s had no education, never read a book, can’t
speak a word of any foreign language and is flummoxed by the questions on even
the dumbest of quiz shows.
Oh, how nice it would be if we
could have an intelligent conversation which didn’t include references to the
Kardashians or the latest beauty treatment.
The real problem is that, since
he brought Ella to live in the palace, she has been enjoying the lifestyle here
just a little too much. She’s probably
never previously had three meals a day and, with the good living, she’s becoming
just a bit too chubby. He shuddered to
think how she might look in five or even ten years from now.
‘Marry in haste, repent at your
leisure,” his father used to say. He
used to add, “A truer word was never spoken,” and that’s the truth.
He heard a timid knock at the
door and Ella walked in. Her eyes were
red and she was obviously upset.
“We need to talk,” she said. “We’ve been married nearly six months and I’m
beginning to think I made a mistake. I
think you took advantage of me, and coerced me into marrying you before I had a
chance to think it through. If I had
known what a pompous, shallow, Mummy’s-boy you were, I would have never agreed
to be your wife.”
“I want a divorce. We can do this the easy way, or the hard
way. If you agree not to contest the
divorce and make sure I have enough funds endowed on me to live a comfortable life
somewhere else away from this stifling palace, the scandal should all blow over
in a few months and I promise you’ll never hear from me again.”
“Or, if you choose to be
difficult, I will make sure your name is dragged through the mud and, when I’m
finished, you’ll be forced to abdicate and find another job. I wonder how the peasants would feel if I
told them how you like to spend your evenings playing hanky-panky with the
scullery maids, or how you have regular deliveries of Class A drugs come to the
palace. After all, it’s their taxes
which pay for these indulgencies.”
“Maybe you’d have to change your
name from Prince Charming to Prince Alarming.
I think that’s a better description at the moment, don’t you?”
As is expected in the world of
Fairy Tales, things are not always as they appear. But, when reality rears its unwelcome head,
the story-teller must always find a way to reach a happy ending. That is the case in this story too. You’ll be pleased to hear that Ella received
all she asked for, Charming was able to continue his indulgencies, his mother
had her darling boy all to herself, and they all lived happily ever after.