“Are you going to clean it up den?” asks Nonna as she pats the compost bin, idly.
“Clean up the compost?”
“No. Not the compost.”
“What’s up in there?”
I dash over to check. Rats!
“So……like I say……..shall I get dah vacuum for you?”
“No thanks.” I grab handfuls of fluff from all over the room and start to stuff it back in the sofa.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m re-stuffing the sofa. All this…….it’s stuffing.”
“From dah sofa?”
“Ere…….I’ll give you an and.”
“It split the day it was delivered.”
“Why you not send it back den?”
“We were taken over by events.”
“Christmas, Wedding, international pogoing, cerebral malaria…….the usual.”
“Yes, lots of the usual I’m sure.”
“By the time we got ourselves sorted out, the warranty had expired.” We gather up all the Pokemon nests that have entertained them for a full twenty minutes.
“Pok e mons!” curses Nonna.
“But it’s great that they’re playing pretend so imaginatively.”
“A little less of the pretend, a little more of dah tidying!”
The two of us scrabble about on all fours, wool gathering, when her son and my husband walks in.
“Hi, I’m knackered.”
“Did you remember to ask Phil round for dinner tomorrow?”
“Oh good, it’ll be nice to catch up.”
“I asked Tim and Mary too, and they’re bringing the kids. I haven’t heard back from Ian and Pat. I don’t think they’ll be able to get a baby sitter at such short notice so I said not to worry. Should I have asked the Higginbottoms do you think?”
I sit back on my heels to think and count bodies, bodies with mouths, mouths that will have to be fed from thin air in less than 24 hours. Make that 18 hours where many of those hour are designated sleeping hours and shut shop hours. I wonder if I can get a baby sitter too? Would I be missed?
Nonna and I exchange glances. She knows a food factory when she sees one.
“So…….what on earth are you doing?” he asks suppressing a yawn.
“What are you doing?” he bellows.
Nonna sits back on her heels to look at her first and only born flesh and blood, “we are re-stuffing dis stupid sofa dat you bought.”
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Good grief, I may have actually [accidentally] managed to generate a blogroll!
If you are not here, let me, though how I'll ever unravel it or add to it I shall never know?
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I wish I could!
Please don't psychoanalyze that, I think my brain might explode.
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