Part 2 in an occasional series giving an insight into my muffled world.
Two for you today - to make up for my absence recently due to pressure of work.
1)
Emma: I'll talk to my next door neighbours, Sam and Alan.
Me: Your next door neighbours have salmonella?
2)
Ring at doorbell. I open door to see 5 small children, aged 5-7.
Guliz (spokesperson): Hello, Debi. Sorry to disturb you. We were wondering if you could possibly let us have one very small potato.
Me: Oh. Sure. Just hang on there a minute.
Thinks: potato prints? Potato gun? Sweet.
Me: Here you go, guys. The smallest potato I could find.
Children: Sideways glances at each other. Feet shuffling. Obvious discomfort.
Me: Is there a problem?
Guliz: Um, well that's very kind of you, Debi. Thank you. Only what we wanted was a small container.
Marie-Lise: Can I have the potato anyway?
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3 comments:
Sorry, Debi, but I'm rolling on the floor here!
Oh, Debi - I love these, although they come from a sad thing. Part of the magic of writing, eh? x
It's all part of finding the balance, innit?
For every tear there's a smile, for every rant, a chuckle ...
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