all for the want of icecream.
I just harvested a plant on facebook fairy land that gave 100 gold, good grief the excitement very nearly outweighed the drama of my evening!
at around ten o clock Dale and I decided to do late night food shopping at Sainsburies. I was particularly excited about buying some icecream There were lots of people about, some graduates cycling in the dark in their special robes, cloth billowing out behind them. The Corpus Christi clock was surrounded by people as usual, remarking at the poor grasshopper who is constantly going around that clock, watching tourists gape at it.
It was busy in the supermarket, a whole load of homeless people were drinking out the front, asking people for change. We dodged past them and managed to get everything we wanted, including strawberries and cream icecream.
When we walking past a pretty shoe shop I said to Dale- "you have got the keys haven't you?"
"no.. I thought YOU had them!"
"I asked you when we were leaving did you have them and you said yes!"
"no I didn't and don't you dare blame me Lottie, I will have to kick the door down."
"NO YOU BLOODY WON'T!! You can go in through the kitchen window."
"And break my neck?! No I will kick the door down or push the glass out of the window."
"you are not breaking anything and if you DARE then I will... walk off!"
"Don't be such an idiot Lottie."
"Don't you be such an idiot Dale!"
and so on and so forth. We have locked ourselves out in the past, in the depths of last winter, and Dale had to scramble on the low roof to our kitchen window, slipping on ice and loose slates. We walked back to the house more or less in silence, both thinking about how dangerous that was, and thinking that we would have to stay in a hotel if we couldn't get in. When we got back Dale tried the credit card thing, which of course didn't work. So it started again..
"You will have to climb on the roof Dale."
"no way! Ann (ms downstairs) is in, I am NOT doing that!"
"This is so silly!!"
"Well yes, it is quite silly forgetting the keys."
"Look!"
And I had seen the rancid mouldy pot Dale had put outside to soak before washing it, and inside the rancid mouldy pot was a rancid mouldy..
"Ladle!"
So we took it in turns pushing the ladle through the letter box and then hooking the bowl of it around the door handle. It didn't work at first so we tried lassoing my handbag handle through the letterbox, which nearly did have results but it kept slipping off. So one last time Dale tried the ladle, and the door opened. I am never again going to to be vile to Dale about leaving soup pans to go mouldy and then putting them out on the steps to soak.
at around ten o clock Dale and I decided to do late night food shopping at Sainsburies. I was particularly excited about buying some icecream There were lots of people about, some graduates cycling in the dark in their special robes, cloth billowing out behind them. The Corpus Christi clock was surrounded by people as usual, remarking at the poor grasshopper who is constantly going around that clock, watching tourists gape at it.
It was busy in the supermarket, a whole load of homeless people were drinking out the front, asking people for change. We dodged past them and managed to get everything we wanted, including strawberries and cream icecream.
When we walking past a pretty shoe shop I said to Dale- "you have got the keys haven't you?"
"no.. I thought YOU had them!"
"I asked you when we were leaving did you have them and you said yes!"
"no I didn't and don't you dare blame me Lottie, I will have to kick the door down."
"NO YOU BLOODY WON'T!! You can go in through the kitchen window."
"And break my neck?! No I will kick the door down or push the glass out of the window."
"you are not breaking anything and if you DARE then I will... walk off!"
"Don't be such an idiot Lottie."
"Don't you be such an idiot Dale!"
and so on and so forth. We have locked ourselves out in the past, in the depths of last winter, and Dale had to scramble on the low roof to our kitchen window, slipping on ice and loose slates. We walked back to the house more or less in silence, both thinking about how dangerous that was, and thinking that we would have to stay in a hotel if we couldn't get in. When we got back Dale tried the credit card thing, which of course didn't work. So it started again..
"You will have to climb on the roof Dale."
"no way! Ann (ms downstairs) is in, I am NOT doing that!"
"This is so silly!!"
"Well yes, it is quite silly forgetting the keys."
"Look!"
And I had seen the rancid mouldy pot Dale had put outside to soak before washing it, and inside the rancid mouldy pot was a rancid mouldy..
"Ladle!"
So we took it in turns pushing the ladle through the letter box and then hooking the bowl of it around the door handle. It didn't work at first so we tried lassoing my handbag handle through the letterbox, which nearly did have results but it kept slipping off. So one last time Dale tried the ladle, and the door opened. I am never again going to to be vile to Dale about leaving soup pans to go mouldy and then putting them out on the steps to soak.