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Margret flooded the kitchen last week. Turned the taps on, put the plug in the sink, and utterly forgot about it (because she'd come upstairs and we'd got involved in an unrelated argument). She goes back downstairs, opens the door and - whoosh - it's Sea World. The interesting thing about this is, if I'd flooded the kitchen, it would have been a bellowing, 'You've flooded the kitchen, you idiot!' and then she'd have done that thing where I curl up in a ball, trying to protect my head, and she kicks me repeatedly in the kidneys. As it was, however, there's a shout, I run downstairs and stand for a beat in the doorway - taking in the scene, waves lapping gently at my ankles - and she turns round and roars, 'Well, help me then - can't you see I've flooded the kitchen, you idiot?
There is much more...
Margret jack-knifes from argument to argument, jigs direction randomly and erratically like a shoal of Argument Fish being followed by a Truth Shark
Don't all girls do that? I think that's a skill passed from mother to daughter for centuries now.. ;)
Time has no meaning either, it's not unusuall for somthing you did 10yrs ago to suddenly enter the fray..... heheheh <runs for cover...>
Nick
Time has no meaning either, it's not unusuall for somthing you did 10yrs ago to suddenly enter the fray...
...i'm left floundering, wondering what on earth we're arguing about.
Admit you're wrong, ask for directions when you're lost, and get the laundry right. Problems solved.