He did mend it.

He loves this towel.

He’s used it for longer than he’s known me.

 

He pulled a funny face when I suggested that I could give him a new one.

I already had: For Christmas a couple of years ago.

Bright and stripey.

And in one piece.

 

But this one’s better. Apparently.

 

I’ll mend it, he says.

If you’ll just get the sewing machine organised.

I can do it.

 

I know he can.

He sewed the plastic and vinyl cover for his stereo, on his mother’s Singer treadle machine.

It looked like a professional had made it. I wouldn’t have been so patient or meticulous.

 

But he has no idea how my newish fancy machine works.

Nor that it will take ten minutes to pack up my stuff, mid major project.

Another five minutes to change threads – because anything other than cotton would shred what’s left of the towel.

Another ten to show him how to work it.

About thirty seconds to sew it.

And another fifteen to reset the settings and get my project back to how I had them.

 

It’s a bit like cooking a barbecue really.

I’ll do it and you can relax. 

Yeah, right.

 

And slightly reminiscent of a tempestuous two-year-old.

I do it. I do it.

 

You’d better do it.

If I get my hands on it, it will be in the rubbish.

 

But before I get to think about it for too much longer, it’s going  through the machine

with the scientist looking as excited as if he’d just discovered the cure for cancer.

 

He did mend it.

 

He holds it up for me to admire.

It’s still old and faded and frayed.

But he loves it.

 

Reassuring – for the wife

who’s growing older and faded and frayed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll mend it, he says. It’ll be fun, he says.

I’ll mend it, he says. It’ll be fun, he says.

I turn around and see the big gaping hole in his much-loved towel and try my darndest not to give him the look of

Are you serious? 

I know he is.

 

 

Does the hero mend the much-loved towel only to return it to the mending pile next week?

Does the heroine save the day by buying a new towel?

Does someone on the beach appreciate the exquisite mending and borrow it permanently – as happened to its predecessor?

How would you finish this story?

 

Watch this space…