What love is
Posted by Simon Parke, 06 August 2019, 5.50am
We sat together in her small flat.
Another pensioner with time on her hands, Edna was worried about the road drilling outside.
I wasn’t surprised. She had lived with it daily for the past two weeks, a relentless and nerve-jangling reverberation that made even conversation difficult. It would have driven me to despair, and possibly violence.
‘I don’t know how you put up with it,’ I said.
‘Oh, it’s not me I’m worried about,’ she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. ‘It’s the poor man with the drill.’
‘The man with the drill?’
‘Well, fancy doing that for a job! I only have the racket for a few weeks; he has it every day of his life!’
‘I suppose so,’ I say, struggling to access feelings of concern.
Love is putting yourself in someone else’s shoes, even when they have a road drill in their hands.