Well, that may be a tad unfair. This is another story about Jacqui and Damian and one of the many anecdotes that dad likes to tell horrified looking guests at BBQs. Really this post should be titled “reasons not to live with Jacqui” but it didn’t sound quite as catchy.
In the first few months of moving in to a new place with your partner, many couples fall into excited delirium about extremely important such as purchasing “their first” spatula, hanging “their first” picture of a duck on a rock in the bathroom. For my parents it was a case of getting skirting boards hung upside down and choosing to call it an eccentricity. Couples will fall into giggles as they come home and greet each other with “how was your day honey?” and “Shall I pop the kettle on?”, parallels drawn to their parents too quaint to go unnoticed. Jacqui chooses to greet my dad with a mild heart attacks.
Damian had been working part time at the tax office while studying in the evenings for his accountancy degree. Tired and head full of numbers he opened his front door with the rest of his energy spent on forming the words “Honey, I’m home” which echoed through the corridors to no reply.
“Jacqui?” He walked through the house questioning empty living rooms and kitchens. He saw the light on in the bathroom and pushed the door open with an unnecessary polite knock. While at first the room looked empty, the quiet splash of water against the tub took him in a step closer. He stopped breathing as he took in the sight of his girlfriend, eyes open and hair waving lying motionless at the bottom of the bath. Unaware of his actions now, he found himself pressed up against the bathroom wall clutching his chest and trying to breathe to no avail. As he began to slump to the floor, paralysed in panic, Jacqui burst from the water spraying my dad and laughing heavily having expended all her breathe holding it for more than a minute.
“Jacqui?” He walked through the house questioning empty living rooms and kitchens. He saw the light on in the bathroom and pushed the door open with an unnecessary polite knock. While at first the room looked empty, the quiet splash of water against the tub took him in a step closer. He stopped breathing as he took in the sight of his girlfriend, eyes open and hair waving lying motionless at the bottom of the bath. Unaware of his actions now, he found himself pressed up against the bathroom wall clutching his chest and trying to breathe to no avail. As he began to slump to the floor, paralysed in panic, Jacqui burst from the water spraying my dad and laughing heavily having expended all her breathe holding it for more than a minute.
“Oh my God Mum!” Back around the kitchen table my brothers and I looked over in shock at Jacqui, who was trying to hide a half smile. “Poor Dad! What were you thinking?”
The other half of the smile emerged. “I didn’t really”
And that’s who raised me.