How can there possibly be a link, I hear you ask. Well, the thing they have in common is a lack of vision. Mine, that is.
So, we’re having people round for a Chinese. What to make for dessert, I wonder. Why not Vienetta, my husband asks. First, I shoot the suggestion down in flames, then, not coming up with anything else, I give in, assuring him that it’s a terrible idea. Turns out, everyone else thought it was a great option for post-take-away dessert. 1-0 to him.
Our son arrives home with a letter from school. His P2 class have been given the project of designing and making a house. So I’m thinking shoe-boxes, cardboard tables and chairs. Husband says, let’s make a moon-base. Shaking my head, I quickly cut out windows and doors in a shoe-box for my daughter (but really as an emergency back-up when the moon thing goes belly-up). Meanwhile, the boys cover things in tin-foil and draw aliens. Slowly, I came to accept that it was a done deal, but every time I looked at it, I fretted. It was just too risky. I was still in doubt when I carried it into school, meeting other mums with mansions, garden swings and even a house of sticks for the three little pigs! Oh dear. Wrong again, Ruth. Samuel came out, still proud, telling me that even the headmistress loved it. 2-0.
And finally, the field. The most outrageous, daring suggestion of all. Musing over how to invest (or spend – it’s debatable) his redundancy money, Ryan begins to seriously consider buying a field. For what? First it was to put a shed in, then to plant trees. What about the children’s education I shriek. Apparently this may well be a better investment. I’m in disbelief. Then, the thought is shared with at least five different sets of people. Did they agree with me, as I expected them to? Oh no, the vote was unanimous: they wished they’d thought of it first. An out and out victory: vision 3, caution nil.
Clearly, it’s time for me to take my Vienetta and eat it.