When we thought Dad was coming for Christmas, I bought a pack of four cans of Guinness for him, which, as arrangements were subsequently changed, were left in the cupboard and forgotten about. But only by me, it seems! When I got back from Bristol on Sunday, I discovered that there was now only one can left.
Upon enquiry, I was informed by 'He Who Is Always To Blame' that he had drunk the other three over the weekend as he needed the metal from the cans to make 'shims'. These, in case you feel you need to know, are something that he needs in his auto-locksmithing work and seemingly, can only be made from empty Guinness cans.
What is even more surprising is that, as he was explaining this, he held up only two metal sheets for my inspection, which begs the question, what happened to the third?
Keith looked meaningfully across at Paddy and shrugged.
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4 comments:
What's a boy's night in without a can or two of Guinness! I have a vision of Paddy with white froth round his muzzle looking rather guilty! Flighty xx
Yes, you're right, Flighty. ;)
Bloody hell! Keith's under the thumb! Can't the lad sup a few cans without his missus doing a Miss Marple on him? You want to watch out because in revenge he may start putting pencil marks on the label of the cooking sherry bottle! Hic!
The cans are in addition to his normal evening intake of wine, YP. So there! :)
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