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Apples and flowers
Mar. 28th, 2004 07:33 pmJust now, my neighbour Angela came back from her father's place in a small town an hour's drive away from here. She was laden with all sorts of bags and things and rural goodies while her 8-year-old son Paul was shooting his crossbow (not a Burleigh&Stronginthearm, though).
I said hello, and Angela asked me whether I wanted apples, by way of a greeting, and in the same breath handed me five daffodils. She then meant to dig in her bags for the apples, but met slight problems, as I was already doubling over with giggles while Paul was literally rolling on the floor with laughter, so she tried to calm us down first. Being offered apples but given flowers hit me as ever so funny. Of course, she'd taken the daffies as a given and then asked me about the apples, but still, the discrepany hit me as mightily funny.
Now I am the richer by four apples and five daffodils, and shall go over later to read some more "Watership Down" to Paul.
I said hello, and Angela asked me whether I wanted apples, by way of a greeting, and in the same breath handed me five daffodils. She then meant to dig in her bags for the apples, but met slight problems, as I was already doubling over with giggles while Paul was literally rolling on the floor with laughter, so she tried to calm us down first. Being offered apples but given flowers hit me as ever so funny. Of course, she'd taken the daffies as a given and then asked me about the apples, but still, the discrepany hit me as mightily funny.
Now I am the richer by four apples and five daffodils, and shall go over later to read some more "Watership Down" to Paul.
