Monday, December 18, 2006
FYI: I have since walked into a doorframe but Suzy says nose is probably not broken but is quite swollen
One of my Newcastle Unlces passes me the gravy."And how is, er..." he says. "The fella. I will remember, hold on,"
I open my mouth to say "Mike."
"George," my Dad says.
"Ah, George," Newcastle Uncle says.
"He's fine," my Dad says as I open my mouth again. "Got on a graduate engineering scheme."
"Jolly good," he says. "And will you see him for Christmas?"
"No, I say. And by the way it's-"
"Speaking of Christmas, what're you cooking for everyone?" Newcastle Uncle says, turning to my sister.
The conversation moves on. They all think I'm dating a George.
"I am putting you in a HOME" I hiss at my Dad across the table.
Labels: Dad
by billygean.co.uk at 12:14 AM |
3 Comments:
At least youwere paying attention and stopped your sentence. Just imagine: "what are you cooking for Christmas dinner?" "...it's Mike"
*cackles*
How's your nose...?
Hehe. True.
Nose is quite swollen! Feel like an idiot...
That's an excellent ruse, you can invent an entirely fictional person so whenever inconvenient questions crop up, George will always meet the occasion.
Mike can be George's best mate!
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