Stagger back in amazement

Downstairs I came and into the living room in my new outfit. Keith looked up and registered..........
nothing.
"Do I look OK?" I asked casually.
"Er, yes," was the cautious reply. He was obviously suspecting a well laid trap.
"I think you ought to take a bit more notice," I said severely. "I could come down here wearing a black bin bag and you wouldn't notice."
"Oh, I would," Keith assured me, a little as though he were trying to convince himself.
I need to take a leaf out of Hyacinth Bucket's book, I thought.

"I'm going to come in again,"I said, "and I want you to stagger back in amazement, you know, like in Hyacinth Bucket."
"I can't stagger anywhere," he said in alarm, cringing in his chair.
"Well, just do the amazement bit, then," I said.
He tried.
"Oh, er, lovely, that looks REALLY nice."
The man needs practice...

4 comments:

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Poor Keith! First you deny him the pleasure of attending the locksmiths' convention and now you try to make him jump through hoops to please you. The man is a saint!

Jennytc said...

I did offer to go with him to the Locksmiths' Convention but he had decided not to go (mobility problems)and for the same reason, I'm afraid jumping anywhere is not an option! ;)But yes, he is a saint.:)

Rosie said...

We used to love Hyacinth and still quote her sometimes in our house :)

Jennytc said...

It was a brilliant series but she is such a good comedy actor, I think.

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