Overheard while The Chairman is checking his Freecycle emails:
Chairman: "One sack of diabetic cat food?"
Hay: "I don't think so. I presume the cat is no longer with us..."
All this business about President Turnip pardoning himself - doesn't pardoning oneself presume guilt in the first place?
Hay and I went for a walk from Nailsworth to Amberley and back yesterday. We both arrived at a word, but via totally different routes. I was thinking Manderley - similar to Amberley. I said to Hay; "What's the opening line of the book," nothing else, and she immediately replied; "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." When I quizzed her as to how she knew which book I was talking about, she replied that there is only one book where she knows the opening line. She had no idea I was conflating Amberley with Manderley.
We called in at a pub on Minchinhampton Common. It was one of those dog friendly places. I wonder whether there are pubs that are cat friendly?
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