If there were three words that put the fear of God into me as it a child it was – Answer me child! Coming from my mother they were sure to have me clam up and do the opposite. I still have the memories of those ‘conversations’ to this day – whatever I said after those words would never be what she wanted to hear.
The Golfer tells me I speak to myself, asking myself all sorts of questions, which I sort of acknowledge and jokingly tell him ‘at least I’ll have the answer when I remember it’ It appears I also talk to inanimate objects like the tv and the microwave…..that last one I’ll agree on. Doesn’t everybody say….’ I know you’re finished, just wait a minute ‘ when they hear the ding?
Now because of this rotten virus we’ve been ‘together’ as in close company for the past eight weeks or so and I didn’t hear him mention this at all during that time – but last Friday when he’s away at golf I heard myself exclaim ‘well I never knew that’. The library sent emails about a home delivery courier service they were trialling and how well it was being received. First I’d heard of it!
I distinctly heard the words ‘Come on, what do you think you’re playing at’ when the corner of the bottom fitted sheet wouldn’t pull off so it could go in the wash. And then there was the conversation with a button……
See the little button on the floor. That’s where I found it. I was so surprised I even took a photo. See how small it is…no wonder I didn’t see it earlier. There was no answer when I asked ‘what are you doing down there, I bet you’ve been hiding there all the time’
You see when I discovered I had a bit of time up my sleeve for closing the donation box I knew I had time to finish off one last tiny baby cardigan. Three buttons on…but where’s the fourth? Nowhere to be seen so a quick rummage through the button bag for another and all done. The box is now sealed ready to go….there’ll be no need for buttons for a while…..I’m eyeing up round neck 2yr boys jumpers/sweaters as a change from all those little things.😊
So later on after my morning coffee I’m thinking it might be a good idea to give the button bag a bit of a sort out. It’s like Aladdin’s cave…..a big bag filled with little bags of buttons. All shapes and sizes and colours. I should show you sometime….well, maybe not. There’s a limit to what readers will accept – or is there? I wonder what your answers would be 😊