Going to pot
Herself was watching television the other night.
“I’m going out” says I.
“Where are you going?” says she without turning from the screen.
“I’m meeting a woman for a couple of jars.”
“That’s nice. Don’t be late.” She went back to her programme.
A good while later, I returned.
“Was she nice?” says Herself, still watching television.
“Who?”
“The woman you were meeting.”
“Of course she was.”
“Did you get them?”
“Get what?”
“The jars, of course.”
“I did” says I and I put the two of them on the window ledge.
“They’re lovely” says she. “They’re different sizes.”
“The small one is for Best Humour Blog, and the big one is for Sandy.”
“I like them” says she, turning back to the television.
Coming from her, that was quite a compliment.
Did you have Snady cremated? If so then you have a nice jar to place her ashes.
That is quite a thought! No. She is laid to rest in a nice sunny corner of the garden in one of her favourite spots.
enjoyed this!
lovely just lovely, oh and passed your book on to the neice for a read.
Why? What did your niece do to you?
Congrats on the awards and I have to say that they were both well deserved. A friendship of a lifetime was a real tear-jerker but a very fitting tribute to your best friend.
Thanks, Pete and welcome!
Nice 'Jars' and very well-deserved.
Now if only I could get Herself to stop using them as ashtrays………
No one said "nice jugs, grandad".
What happened to all the nyuk, nyuk readers ?
I don't know. Maybe they have just gone back to reading the tabloids?