fun games and scandals

So the holiday got off to an odd start, Ian banished Paul from the city. Yes, the entire city. He is not allowed to return for a few weeks. He came back briefly to the flat, packed his bag and left for a certain place on the coast (but this is a secret I am supposed to carefully guard). The scene with the girlfriend had got so bad he lost control of his stomach and kept puking. I thought that only happened to women, but then the power relations in this pair are so inverted that I guess he IS the woman.
In the evening, me and two Romanian blokes (both cooks, both named Dan) decided to lie about, drinking wine and watching Kill Bill 2. Personally, I liked the first film better, but that is just me. I can’t even logically support my view, except that Kill Bill 2 was a bit too… sentimental? I mean, for a film about killing people!
Then this morning I got up early for my “day of fitness” as I had been told it would be. Danka and John picked me up and took me to their fitness centre, where they had got me a day pass, so I could see what it was like. This was really interesting; basically it is part fitness, part social club for the neighbourhood retirees. They do some sport, keep active, and meet other people like themselves. So Christine (also a member) and Danka took me to their yoga class (specially designed for the over 50s) and then we went swimming, and then we had a nice long lunch on the glassed-in patio. I was pretty impressed to see people in their 70s and 80s being so active; I hope I will do the same when I get to that stage!
The drama started when I got home. As I was approaching the flat, I could see Paul’s girlfriend leaving. She didn’t see me, but I decided to go home, quickly change, and go out for a while. But a couple of hours later, when I returned, I saw her making a scene in Ian’s place. Again, I ducked and bolted into my flat…. But an hour or so later, a persistent knock started at the door. The girlfriend. The very angry girlfriend. She spent the next hour interrogating me with the zeal and precision of a KGB officer. I went out with Paul? Did I think that was appropriate behaviour? Were we having an affair? Did I want to have an affair with him? What did we talk about? Why was I covering for him? Apparently, in her world it is not appropriate for neighbours to go out and socialise on a friendly basis. But then I don’t think she understands “friendly.”
Actually I told her only one lie: that I didn’t know where he had gone. Funny, I think that was the only thing she believed!
My favourite part was when she stamped her foot and shrieked that SHE would not be made a fool of. I can’t believe this woman is 38. I wouldn’t have behaved like that at 18.