Thursday, 11 February 2010

My Advantage.

I saw Lady Alex for the briefest spell this morning while doing the logs, it was more or less just a word in passing and totally formal in appearance to anyone who might have been listening or looking but the weird thing is that even during such unassuming times between us there is some kind of buzz. Hopefully it’s just something in my mind and not something noticeable to anyone else.

The one thing about being a gardener working alone is that you have loads of time to think about things. Some time it is not so good, last week being proof of this but now I’ve decided upon my journey most of my time is taken up plotting the course. No longer am I in such a rush and no longer am I bogged down with frustration.

Today has been spent making a list of what I have and what I don’t have in order to pursue the lady, where I’m weak and where I’m strong. I’ve also weighed up what I know of the enemy which I confess isn’t much and one of the first things I need to improve. I’m not going to write down the whole of the lists as I’ve spent all day thinking about them so I don’t really fancy spending all night writing about them but as far as I can see the enemy has two big guns and some armour in the form of moral high ground which could be used in swaying future decisions. The big guns are the piece of paper that says ‘Hands off, she mine’. I’m undecided as to how powerful that will be. His biggest gun of all though is the money and everything that involves. Even Lady Alex quoted this as a difference between us when we went for the things for the wall. Then of course there are a few small things to consider like for instance the age difference. None of these bother me but they could play a part so need to be watched.

In my favour I too have some big guns but no armour other than stealth which I also think is my most powerful weapon. I’ve taken great encouragement from the knowledge that many a seemingly forgone conclusion has been over turned by surprise. I’m sure that the most very important thing for me is to protect this advantage. Another advantage for me is that I’m there five days a week, okay so he has the ability to pick and choose when he spends time with her but that’s nothing because even when you aren’t physically there with someone you can be in their heart and mind so I’m going to sort that out somehow. Another thing on my side is youth. I said the age difference could work against me but it could also work very well for me in a number of ways.

Tomorrow and the weekend will be spent studying the lists and one by one I will determine ways to neutralise the effect of the enemies advantages and maximise mine until I have an answer to everything on the lists.

I guess the above makes me sound like a prat or at least calculating and a little cruel. Really I’m a nice person and usually as soft as shit to the point of being taken for a fool most of the time. I didn’t ask to fall in love with my lady, I came here to look after the grounds and go home to look for my girl but it didn’t happen that way round. There are no children involved, if there were I wouldn’t even look at her just for the sake of them. All you fans of Lord A will be thinking I’m being a bastard to him stealing his wife from him. Well the way I see it is that if he’s looking after her the way a husband should he won’t have anything to worry about. It seems to me that too many people get married and then mistake the license for a reason to stop trying.
I’m finding inspiration in all different places but at the moment it comes from a TV program I saw the other night, I forget the name of the guy now but he was one of the great Royal Navy captains. If I remember right it was around the start of the seven years war when this French warship came along side a Royal Navy ship, the French captain asks the Navy captain, ‘are we at peace’? The Navy captain replies, ‘Most definitely sir’. This was a signal for the gun crews to fire their cannon’s each one loaded with TWO cannon balls. The Navy captain was prepared, the French captain wasn’t. The French ship didn’t even know what happened let alone have chance to retaliate. A dastardly trick I won’t deny but very effective and no messing around, that’s how I have to be. No one will suspect the spotty young kid for anything other than a stupid garden boy until hopefully it’s too late to do anything about it.

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