I was caught coming out of my flat by a Lynne this morning. After enduring about 10 minutes of her gossip I’d managed to find myself in a position so as to politely edge away, and as a means of a gossip offering to appease her, I proffered the news that Housemate Louise would be moving in on Saturday. “Ooo, a new person,” Lynne replied and, with a meaningful nod, added “maybe you could teach her how to work that strimmer.”
Gah! Clearly the untended lawn has been duly noted! I still haven’t got round to getting any shears, but no matter: tonight I shall venture out with a pair of nail scissors!
5 weeks ago