Sunday Scribblings 2

Sunday February 21

Our single word at SS2 is Paper

It happens so often. I’m with my mates in the Bicycle Arms and one of us cracks a corny joke. We all groan or sigh or giggle, except that is for my friend Rosey who more often than not adopts a quizzical expression and starts an interrogation.

For example, last Friday I told the assembled few that read a piece in the local paper about a bloke who had a go at swimming across the English Channel from Eastbourne to Deppe. I said that when he was two-thirds of the way there, he became very tired and so he turned back. It received a customary mixed reaction.

   Rosey.   But surely he should have kept going or he would have had to swim further.

   Me.       Rosey, I wasn't being serious.

   Rosey.   Well, you should be. He could have drowned.

   Me.       Rosey, sweetheart, it was a joke.

   Rosey.   A joke? You can't joke about something like that.
   Me.      Rosey, it didn't happen.

   Rosey.  But you said it was in the paper
   Me.     OMG Rosey, I made it up!

There is only way to get Rosey to change direction.

   Me.      Would you like another drink Rosey?

   Rosey.  Oh, yes. A large Chardonnay please.

Subject closed. It works every time!

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