I really should make notes when I think of these things . . .
Julia completed the stitching on my trousers in quick time – about four times as fast as I had doner my bit, and far neater. She said it’s not perfect but it should do. I pointed out that anyone who was prepared to examine the black stitching in my black trousers from a close enough distance to see it, was unlikely to be worried about the quality of stitching. And if they were that fixated on neatly hemmed trousers, they weren’t the sort of person I wanted to engage in conversation anyway. Life is too short to worry about a bit of stitching. It would be nice, however, if all leg measurements on trousers were accurate. I can alter the waist with a belt but braces, excellent though they are, can’t really make up for an extra couple of inches in the leg.
It’s Thursday already and the visitors have only just caught up on their sleep. Ideally we should now be embarking on a list ot touristy things, but we have to get everything ready for Wedding II, the sequel. I enjoyed Wedding I but I’m not so sure about the festivities and all the jollity and young people that will be at the next one. There are going to be five babies, I’m told, which sounds like the basis of a diabolical musical instrument rather than a fun afternoon.
I envisage a line of children in highchairs, each with a favourite toy. When you want noise, you take the toy away from them. The resulting noise won’t be pretty, but avant-garde music seldom is. I could be an innovator. Or I could be moments away from being pelted with cheesy pasta by irate parents.
Anyway, got to go now. Grandson calling for company to watch cartoons. I feel it is my duty to help out.
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You are a hero!
I try my modest best.
I really like the five baby highchair ensemble, You could add ripping the whisky out of five old fellows’ hands.
Yes, they could be the bass section, though the grip may be harder to break. 🙂
Five babies seems a midfield of trip hazards to me
The grounds of the venue were large enough to disperse the babies safely. I had trouble with several things (including my sticks) but the babies weren’t one of them.
It sounds like you are having a very good time. The description of five babies and avant-garde music was amusing 🙂
They were remarkably well-behaved children. I was amazed. I think it helped that teh emphasis was on being outdoors.
Congrats, congrats to your son and his wife. So agree about the stitching on your trousers. (We call them pants here but an English friend told me that across the pond, pants refer to underwear.) Yes, it is certainly your duty to help watch cartoons. It’s a tough job but…
I am now a great fan of Zog, the Julia Donaldson dragon, rather than the late King of Albania. 🙂
Let’s hear it for Zog, the dragon!
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short but punchy….descriptions hilarious….and though the comments seem trite, they also describe me…
When I read the description “short but punchy” I thought of a New Yorker with a small dog in a bag, a slight look for Hermione from Harry Potter (as per your avatar) and a hint of the mystique of Madam X . . .
You surely cannot be described within a single blog post 🙂
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