While the rest of the country is in a twirl about The Scottish Question, here in Hampshire we have far more pressing issues to deal with. Foremost of these is the Squirrel Over The Other Side Of The Fence, whose furry nut-burying habits have been driving both dogs to distraction. Ted can't bear a squirrel and he seems to have passed on this significant intolerance to Pop.
Pop meanwhile is so small that she can't see over the fence without assistance, and short of standing on Ted she has come up with a novel way of getting around the problem.
Squirrel Watching In Action....
Yesterday's post and several of your comments reminded me of an exchange I had with L while shopping in Waitrose last year. A charming young chappy was serving us on the till and he and I got chatting. He told me he was working hard to save up to move in with his girlfriend, and I said I was working hard to save up to go back to university after a break of twenty years. At which point he said you don't look old enough to have been at uni twenty years ago.
I beamed at this, while L gave the lad a disgusted look and muttered something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like schmoozer.
I was drawing breath to respond to this lovely compliment when my son elbowed me sharply in the ribs and said Don't.
Don't tell him you can't decide whether to adopt him or kiss him.
I stared at him. How did you know I was going to say that?
He rolled his eyes. Because it's what you always say. And he puts on a high-pitched squeaky girly voice: Ooh, I don't know whether to kiss you or adopt you.
We finish packing the bags and I say thank you to the nice young man and wish him well with his flat hunting and moving in and paying bills etc etc. When we get back to the car I nudge L and say with a grin: So, your old mum's still got it, eh?
Wrong on so many levels, replies L calmly, except for the old bit. And he hunkers down with a grin into his headphones.
Children are masters at precision puncturing of parental egos with a single withering put-down, aren't they? Incidentally, I hope you appreciated that alliterative tongue-twister. M tells me that they are the most commonly used of all phrases, according to a study he read recently. This resulted in us having an in depth conversation in the garden last night as to why that might be, which inevitably included thinking up some colourfully inventive examples of our own, which may have got a bit out of hand and no doubt explains why my neighbour was giving me a wide berth this morning :o)
I'll leave you with a picture I took yesterday of our one and only water lily flower. From this angle I think it looks like a boiled egg more than a flower.