So, yesterday Tartarus whisked me away to one of my favourite eateries - The Loch Fyne Oyster Bar. The drive to the restaurant is through Darkest Argyll, which is really very beautiful.
Indeed the Lochs glittered in the unaccustomed Spring sunshine like Liberace's smile as we twisted our way through the tiny villages en route.
Of course, by the time I remembered to take a photo of my main course, it was securely resting in my tummy. I got the starter pictured though - all those lovely oysters! Grilled with pancetta, parmesan and cream.....*drools*
My main course was herring in four different marinades. Actually, much nicer than it sounds, but I'll be burping fishy burps for DAYS.
It was entirely delicious - so score levels: Nice Tartarus 1: Annoying Tartarus 0
I have been trying to go out jogging and getting a mile under my belt every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Monday wasn't so good because it was so cold that when I came home I had a migraine. Can a migraine be a sports-related injury?
I am also still at the power-hooping at least once a week.
I asked Tartarus whether he had noticed any sort of difference in me since I started trying to get fit for being 50 (next year!). And he said: 'Yes, when you bend over, your waist doesn't become one with your arse any more.'
I THINK that's a compliment. It's hard to tell with him some days.
Score: Nice Tartarus now 2: Annoying Tartarus 0
He went to a track day on Sunday and had a whale of a time, throwing the Subaru into corners and basically frightening the bejesus of anyone in front of him. He got to have a go in someone's TR7. That made his day.
Breathless with excitement, he told me about another Subaru that he'd seen. Almost the same as his. The owner of the other Subaru and Tartarus had got talking and Tartarus was bemoaning the fact that 'my partner at the time wouldn't let me have gold wheel trims because she said that they made the car look like it belonged to a Triad gang member.'
I fixed him with a steely stare: 'You said what?'
He repeated it, his eyes doing that furtive fuck-i've-fucked-up-and-i-don't-know-what-ive-done look.
You told him that 'your partner AT THE TIME' said that? *I* was your partner at the time and, as far as I'm aware (the hypothetical existence of Consuela and Jesus notwithstanding), I'm STILL your partner. AM I??? AM I still your partner??? Or has there been someone else slotted in, that I don't know about?'
Tartarus shifted anxiously from one butt cheek to the other. Squirming.
'You're MAD,' he announced.
But he didn't exactly DENY it, did he?
Nice Tartarus 2: Annoying Tartarus - last minute late own goal....... 7
Annoying Tartarus wins the day.
Never forget, in relationships, it takes only ONE bad thing to cancel out ALL the good things for about a week.
Especially if you are 'my partner at the time'.
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