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Friday, 22 August 2008

Reported conversations No. 7

Overcast and warm, but not so warm that we can't plant some rather bitter salad, gather in a satisfyingly large harvest of potatoes and prepare the bed for broccoli.

Later...

Mama holds in her left hand a dead mouse with mousetrap still attached, and in her right hand there is a dirty nappy. Wedged under the left side of her jaw is the telephone, into which she is trying to explain that now perhaps isn't a good time for village gossip. B (aged 2) has just misjudged her latest bowel movement and there is a little pile spreading on the floor. A cat is sitting on the threshold of the kitchen, mewing to be fed (not Friskies, and definitely not dead mouse, but salame Milano or grana padano, per piacere) and the pasta water is boiling over...

AJ (wearing nothing but an oversized fur hat, ceases his manic gyrations of the kitchen on his sister's pink wooden Vespa)

"Mama, what is art?"

3 comments:

Vanessa said...

Your house sounds like a complete riot! And I mean that in the nicest way possible!

Gervy said...

Hmm. Was feeling very bad (close to tears) this morning about being stuck in Australia - missing the glamour and excitement of overseas. Don't feel quite so bad now - thanks!

Louise said...

Hey! Funnily enough I was also feeling similar this morning...perhaps there's something in the stars...glad I could help to cheer you up, though!

Friday, 22 August 2008

Reported conversations No. 7

Overcast and warm, but not so warm that we can't plant some rather bitter salad, gather in a satisfyingly large harvest of potatoes and prepare the bed for broccoli.

Later...

Mama holds in her left hand a dead mouse with mousetrap still attached, and in her right hand there is a dirty nappy. Wedged under the left side of her jaw is the telephone, into which she is trying to explain that now perhaps isn't a good time for village gossip. B (aged 2) has just misjudged her latest bowel movement and there is a little pile spreading on the floor. A cat is sitting on the threshold of the kitchen, mewing to be fed (not Friskies, and definitely not dead mouse, but salame Milano or grana padano, per piacere) and the pasta water is boiling over...

AJ (wearing nothing but an oversized fur hat, ceases his manic gyrations of the kitchen on his sister's pink wooden Vespa)

"Mama, what is art?"

3 comments:

Vanessa said...

Your house sounds like a complete riot! And I mean that in the nicest way possible!

Gervy said...

Hmm. Was feeling very bad (close to tears) this morning about being stuck in Australia - missing the glamour and excitement of overseas. Don't feel quite so bad now - thanks!

Louise said...

Hey! Funnily enough I was also feeling similar this morning...perhaps there's something in the stars...glad I could help to cheer you up, though!