A neighbour stopped by today. The one I dislike. I really dislike him. When we first met, he kept asking how and where I had learned English so well. I thought he sounded incredibly patronising. Husband explained that he is a old teacher. They all sound a bit like that, so I should not take offence. But I remained unconvinced.
Today, he wanted to let me know they would be away for Christmas. So that we would keep an eye on his house. I told him we would also be away, for a few days.
-Why don’t you ask Cathy?- I said, referring to our mutual neighbour.
-Who?- He leaned his head to one side, his lips stretched over his teeth in a fake smile.
- Cathy- I repeated.
-Kat-iya?- He asked, smiling.
- No- I said patiently, feeling like the Indian lady in Little Britain- Ca-thy.
He looked puzzled.
Cathy- I repeated.
Oh, Ca-thy!- he said, screwing his face up a little- I thought you said Kati-ya.
I smiled back.
-It is because you expected me to say Kat-i-a- I said.
He just kept smiling. I really, really dislike him.