What a joy to have a visit from an old friend! You blether all day, and then you get them to fold your washing (see pic).This particular pal and I go back - aaargh - over 40 years and I never knew he was possessed of such domestic accomplishments.
But what is it about people one has known over so many years? As far as I'm concerned it's to do with ease of communication, with trust, with expectations (or lack of them) and with putting shared concerns into perspective. There's leg-pulling, honesty, and a lack of bullshit. And today I had the added joy of a shared aversion to those who would murder the English language and to over-scrupulous attention to Health and Safety regulations.
And we laughed. And laughed. And we were not three sheets to the wind.
Didn't know I was possessed? When I am not dashing away with a smoothing iron I positively revel in the felicity of unbounded domesticity. (Aye, right.)
ReplyDeleteAnd may I say that the soup and bread were delicious, the company stimulating and the ambience just comme il faut.
abf descending to G&S. What is the world coming to.
ReplyDeleteMerely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
ReplyDeleteAnd there's more where that came from.
And here's me not even recognising the reference (and still don't) - a bit like Harry Potter, really...
ReplyDeleteGood heavens - two for the price of one.
ReplyDeleteChris - Pirates (chorus) and Mikado (Pooh Bah?)
Not recognising the reference? Poor wand'ring one! G&S and HP could each be described as a source of innocent merriment, not to mention apposite quotations (they save me from having to think).
ReplyDeletePooh Bah - yes.
And now, to switch authors, I go, I go! Look how I go! Swifter than arrow from Cupid's bow! (or something like that).
I think it might be "see how I go .." - from memory, not reference. We're a month past the appropriate time, though ...
ReplyDeleteTry I go, I go; Look how I go, Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
ReplyDelete[I did look it up, I'll confess!]
I sit corrected. Tartar it is. I may yet recover and prove an ass.
ReplyDeleteAt least you're not bottom of the class!
ReplyDeleteNor a Ninny (though there are those who would beg to differ!).
ReplyDeleteTime for bed, o ancient sage - my head aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense ... though I prefer paracetamol to hemlock!
ReplyDeleteIt's always a good idea to cease upon the midnight. Perchance you dreamed?
ReplyDeleteNah - too busy worrying about the fled music!
ReplyDeleteTime, I think, for a quietus. Pass the bodkin.
ReplyDelete'Expectations (or lack of them)'
ReplyDeletenow that is a class quote.
Thank you, Jimmy - good to hear from you again!
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