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Friday 29 March 2013

Gobshots...

They're like snapshots...
of the wordy kind.




Stupid things I say...
If anyone asks me how many of anything I want
I always reply... 26

I call the fridge t'oven

Beetroot - rhubarb

Tomatoes - cucumber

'Is there anything else to do Lin?'

'Yes, please will you repoint the chimney!'
is a common refrain that reverberates around our old homestead.
That never gets done, I can't for the life of me think why?
Could it be that it doesn't need doing LL? 

I say the most stupid things...
only yesterday I got chatting to a woman in the coffee
shop of my local Waitrose.
I asked if I could join her; from the planet she was on,
she came down to earth with a ploomp.

'People watching I can tell!' says I.

Well one thing led to another, our subjects ranged from
the suffragettes, the pill, women who wear well and so on.
I could tell she was foreign.
We got to talking about regional accents and how acceptable they were now.

'Be proud, nothing to be ashamed of!' spouted out from my mouth.

She said she was from Germany adding

'What about the Nazis?'

I was just about to say

'I'm from Dartford, what about the tunnel?'

Funny thing was, it didn't seem the right thing to say;
in the nick of time I discovered my prudence gene and
decided to button it!

I touched her arm, our fellow feelings talked
in a way words never could.


14 comments:

  1. Isn't it funy how we chat to people we don't know and tell all? I am not a people person but I often chat away to strangers, I suppose its knowing that I will not have to chat to them again. lol

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    1. That's exactly why counsellors blank you in Tesco.

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  2. I find it strange too that we tell people we do not know allsorts. That was what i like to call sharing a moment, it doesn't happen very often but sometimes a human touch is all that is needed! Can't believe you exercised prudence mind! Jayne x

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  3. you should have just said it, to hang with prudence....one of the best parts about getting older is not caring so much...for me anyhow. by the way i dont always comment but me n him love your blog, he thinks you should have a column in private eye.

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    1. Aaah... you say the sweetest things... thank you; I really do appreciate it. Not sure I could perform to order though; that's why my exam results were always pants.

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  4. Do you get a lot of Narzies in your Waitrose? I wouldn't mind them so much if it weren't for the marching. Still, it's nearly April now eh?

    We get a lot of Red Army in the chiller aisles here. They're very polite and well turned-out.

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    1. Only in the coffee aisle... mien Camp... chicory rules ok!

      LLX

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  5. I know exactly what you mean. Like Elsy, the older I get the more revealing verbiage pours out of my gob!
    BTW, tell Mr Owl Wood that, at 5 in the afternoon, my local supermarket is full of (large) Chinese and Russian young men buying chicken nuggets & pizzas. I think they are students at a local private school, but, who knows...?

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    1. Sure it's not noodles and Little Red Stripe; vodka and cd's of the Red Army Choir's Greatest Hits Nilly?

      LLX

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  6. Just catching up on your posts and having a quiet titter to me self, not only from your humorous ramblings but also from those of your reader's comments. Great stuff!!

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    1. I just love lobbing in the old hand grenade or two, as you know to your cost Debs!

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  7. Just found you, wonderful! Breath of fresh air.X

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    1. Thank you, I'm a complete hussy; I adore folk who comment and follow. I always used to say I'm anybodies for a free carrier bag; that is, until I saw what they're doing to marine life.

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