Bitch on the Blog

May 17, 2018


This post is dedicated to Ramana who is a great fan of synchronicity, mentioning it often. Call it synchronicity, call it coincidence, call it what you like … but here, dearest Ramana, is one to trump them all. Spooky …

A few weeks ago we had a spot of flash flooding at midnight coming through the ceiling.  I don’t want to relive the experience. Let’s just say there was a lot of water – not least in my study. A frog and a goldfish would have been very happy.

Water and paper only mix in as far as they bond like glue. My idea of a marriage made in hell. I did what I do best: Limit the damage. I even managed (don’t be sad) to avoid electrocuting myself as water trickling into extensions leads and their sockets sizzled, giving off ominous smoke signals. If there is one thing I am proud of  in myself it’s how I manage a crisis, any crisis. Methodically. Stay calm now, go into (after) shock, if necessary, later. So, yes, switched off the electrics at the mains, did my salvage work in the romantic glow of an industrial strength torch.

So where does synchronicity come into it? Simple. In the aftermaths of Noah’s Ark I have been reorganizing my study, boxes of photos, all my papers, not least letters. Letters which I have kept from the day dot. All sorted by sender/addressee. Yesterday afternoon I re-read those written by my father. I nearly didn’t because they were strong tobacco at the time (twenty/thirty years ago), nothing to revisit in a hurry unless you want to upset yourself. I don’t know what came over me. I steeled myself and read. Holy shit.

And here it is: My father and I haven’t had any contact for about nine months. None. And I wasn’t going to ever instigate any again till he bloody well himself picks up the phone or writes or something. Which,  my mother once said to me, “he won’t”. Well, fine. So be it. Why is it always me doing the running? Enough.

Remember, I re-read his correspondence yesterday afternoon. Four hours later, as if by magic, my father sends me a tentative email asking for renewed contact. If that isn’t synchronicity then I don’t know what is. And the only reason I didn’t fall off my chair in wonderment is because a) my sense of balance is superb and b) I was standing.

Awaiting a round of awe and applause,




  1. Synchronicity indeed!
    and providence ….or serendipity

    I’m so pleased he got in touch and I’m also pleased you didn’t fall off your chair!

    Comment by kylie — May 17, 2018 @ 09:55 | Reply

    • Why didn’t I think of “providence” and “serendipity” (please do note the ‘pity’ part)? Thanks for that.

      I am pleased too. For once he did what we, in the motherland, call, and loosely translated, “jumping over your own shadow”.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 18, 2018 @ 07:58 | Reply

  2. Thank you. Clap, clap, clap. I hope that you are converted, or as the evangelicals say, saved!

    Comment by rummuser — May 17, 2018 @ 10:55 | Reply

  3. Wonderful for you. and best wishes for smooth sailing.

    Comment by Mike — May 17, 2018 @ 12:13 | Reply

  4. I believe in a form of cellular force. Can’t describe it. I was reflecting on a long distance friend the other day and started a wee gift for her and bingo, the phone rings a few hours later. We were not due for a call, she just felt the need for me. As I for her.

    Love your dad story. All the best with your ongoing relationship with him.


    Comment by wisewebwoman — May 17, 2018 @ 13:42 | Reply

    • Thank you for your good wishes, WWW. I called him yesterday afternoon – and, such are the charms of our family dynamics, we picked up where we left off many months ago with not a word of recrimination or finger pointing as to why it took so long.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 18, 2018 @ 07:59 | Reply

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