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...
Plaster board and dust
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them... -
When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel... -
This is Keith in the car park of Moel Famau country park this morning. We decided that, as Christmas day this year was going to be a q...
4 comments:
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!
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.:)
We used to love Hyacinth and still quote her sometimes in our house :)
It was a brilliant series but she is such a good comedy actor, I think.
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