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(RCSD) Idle thoughts from an Idle fellow.
IDLE THOUGHTS OF AN IDLE FELLOW I recently spent the night with an old friend whom I hadn't seen for many years, but who is not, I hasten to add, a member of our Society. I'd heard vaguely that he had had some matrimonial difficulties and gone to live in a remote part of the country. When I arrived, he made me welcome and then disappeared, saying that he had no doubt that I would like something to eat after my journey. In a surprisingly short space of time, it can't have been more than a few minutes, he returned with two plates on which were some strips of yellow fish with a generous helping of mashed potatoes, some square, very evenly cut slices of white bread, a triangular piece of cheese wrapped in some transparent material and a bottle of wine. Later, when something of our old intimacy had returned, I asked him if he had remarried, and unless I have dreamt the whole thing, this is what he said: 'Great Scott, yes I'm now with No 4 - it's no good me telling you their names because you won't remember them, but if you want to hear about it, I'll refer to them by numbers, just like in the catalogue. Well, No. 1 didn't last long. Looking back, I think she should have married a chap with a camel, but even in those days I was no Valentine, and I only mention her here as when she went off with some fellow or other, and whilst I was still feeling a bit gravelled, I started stamp collecting. I'd played about at it as a boy, of course, but had never taken the thing seriously. Now, thanks to No 1, and turning a temporary set-back to good purpose, I found my real self. No 1 was definitely a success. I'm not one to cover up my mistakes, and that's precisely what No 2 was. All she wanted to do was to run the house, which she did very well, although I was frequently disturbed in my work by vacuum cleaners and young women with dusters who had to move everything in my study, which was all the space I had at that time, from one place to another, just to show that they were doing the job properly. Also, and worst of all, No 2 wanted to have long drawn-out meals, at precisely regular times, over which we were supposed to actually talk to each other for quite long times at a stretch. I must admit that I became a bit gruff and impatient, although those were not the adjectives she and her mother used before she returned to her parental home. Ever resilient, I was not slow in my response - I turned from stamp collecting to philately. Now No 3 was a different cup of tea altogether. Do you know, that for some years she actually managed to get me interested in all kinds of outside things, like art and literature, music, ballet, opera, the lot. Now these things are all right in their own way, but they are very distracting, and being a positive kind of chap, I quickly realised that if I was going to succeed in my philately, which by that time had become my occupation, my life's work so to speak, I must put other things firmly on one side. I still have a slight regret that in doing so, I lost No 3. It was, of course, when No 3 went that I took up postal history. Now with No 4 all problems are solved. She realised from the start, that if I am to fulfil myself and produce the best that is in me, I must have privacy as well as space, so that she is, I am sure, quite happy to live in the attic. This gives me the two lower floors, whilst my privacy is preserved by a very sensible arrangement of staggered meals. The larder is stocked with all those marvellous, modern, time-saving, instant foods and the place, as you see, runs like clockwork. I like to meet people half-way, and have willingly agreed that a lady from the village should occasionally clean the kitchen quarters - after all, one must give as well as take. I've always encouraged my wives to have their own interests and fulfil whatever talent lurked within them, and I'm glad to say No 4 is doing precisely that. She has become interested in something or other, I can't remember quite what, so I have agreed that she shall have a hut at the bottom of the garden, which will not only give her more space, but be less distracting for me. I expect you'd like to meet her before you go. I don't often see her, but if you remind me before we turn in. I'll leave a note for her on the hall table'. In due course, and having removed a lot of old cardboard boxes and papers from the bed in the spare room, I turned in. I'm not sure whether it was a dream or nightmare, but I do wonder if any of our wives ever feel like those four ladies rolled into one. by WH. Most philatelists take their hobby (and themselves) pretty seriously, and the philatelic press is not the place, ordinarily, to find humorous writing. However, even the "London Philatelist" - journal of the world's top Society, the Royal philatelic Society, London - unbends a little once in a while and reveals the lighter side, as in this article which we reprint there from with due acknowledgments. March 1974 |
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