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Make Up

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I’m on the train on my way to work, a new assignment in the middle of nowhere. An hour and half commute three times a week for now and probably four times a week from January. I always sit in the space where people can leave their bikes if they travel with one. There are two different spaces, one that has two extra seats opposite each other where the bike space is next to it -with fold down chairs- along the side of the train. And the other where there are only fold down chairs on both sides of the train.

The latter is a pain because when the train drives you basically move sideways which is nauseating to me at times. Anyway… I’m currently moving sideways as I write this. On my right side are three seats very close to each other.Opposite of me there are four. Because I move sideways I can see the two other people next to me from the corner of my eyes. This is when I noticed that the woman at the far end was doing something I’ve also seen many times on the tube in the UK. She is doing her make-up…

Ever since I’ve seen someone doing this on the tube I’ve mixed feelings about it. Doing your make-up on the train -in my opinion- is something you simply don’t. To me it is something private and I would never do this in public. It already gets on my nerves when I am in the bathroom getting ready and my partner watches closely let alone on a crowded train. In London some of these women would even carry an extra handbag for all the containers with blusher, eyeshadows, lipsticks, foundation and powder.

I have mixed feelings about this because to me it’s something private that you do at home and not on public transport. On the other hand I admire their skills to put it on without smudging their faces. But my goodness… The amount of warpaint that some of them use is shocking! Today the man sitting opposite of me is watching each and every move of the woman on my right with extreme interest. The disapproving look on his face says it all really. I can’t help but grinning quietly as I watch the performance…

Sweetest Revenge

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I remember that one early morning -when I was a kid- my mother came into my room. I guess it must have been Saturday or Sunday since it was early but I wasn’t up yet to go to school, instead I was in a deep sleep when she woke me. She came into my room calling my name and I asked her what was going on. She told me to get out of bed and look outside through the window. I was still very sleepy and my bed felt nice, cosy and warm, I didn’t want to get up but I did anyway. I walked over to the window where she stood and pulled the curtains away.

The moment I had pulled the curtains she said to me ‘Do you see the horse attached to the post of that street light over there?’ whilst pointing her finger in a certain direction. I tried to see where her finger was pointing and saw different street lights but no horse to be seen anywhere. So I asked her ‘Where do you see a horse mum?’. She said ‘Over there…’ pointing in the same direction as she did earlier. Again I looked but couldn’t see a horse attached to a street light. I was confused and when she noticed the puzzled expression on my face, she said ‘April Fool!’.

I’ve never forgotten that moment of feeling tricked and being intrigued and amused at the same time, until this day I have to chuckle each year when April Fools’ Day comes around thinking about how my mum played the joke on me. But last night I finally had my moment of revenge after almost 40 years. And it was sweet ;) I called her last night around 23.00 because I’d promised to call and also to tell her that I’d had an interview that day about a new assignment and to ask her how she was doing. She sounded a bit depressed and not too happy about life in general.

At times she gets these moods where nothing seems to matter anymore and she seems tired of life. I won’t go into details because those are private but she does have a tendency to be negative and complain about certain things, expecting others to solve these issues for her. So I guess I’m kind of used to this pattern and won’t let it get to me. I will lend an ear and express sympathy but will not hold back to tell her the truth every so often if she is willing to listen that is. She can be pretty tough on herself raising the bar too high and ‘punishing’ herself accordingly…

*hmmm I know of this other person and a bar as well, as I write I observe and learn ;) *

We were talking for about an hour and half when I noticed the date and time on my MacBook Air, it showed fri 1 apr. 00:34. I immediately got this idea in my mind and started grinning from ear to ear wondering if it would work after nearly 40 years or not. So I interrupted my mum and asked her if she could get out of her chair for a moment. To my surprise she did without even asking questions. So I told her to go to the window and asked if the blinds were down, she said they were only halfway. Then I told her to move closer to the window and have a good look.

I asked her if she could see the street light, she answered she could. Then I asked her if she could see the donkey attached to it… And she bursted out in laughter! She remembered exactly what I was on about and smirked in triumph about something that happened nearly 40 years ago. We both had a good laugh. I said to her ‘I finally have my sweet revenge, do you realise what you did to me all those years ago you bad bad mother?’ and we laughed some more. It was a really nice, close moment that we shared together both silly laughing and grinning.

But the best part was when we were about to hang up she said to me that she was going to bed and that she would probably still be grinning whilst trying to get some sleep and even the day after in the morning when she would wake up. It was nice to realise that I had the ability to turn her slightly bad day into a better one even if it was at her expense… ;)