Friday, April 20, 2007


I gather thermos-mug-thing (fully earl greyed), car key, some papers and the laptop, as I prepare to head off for an Important Meeting. At this point, I know that I have looked better.

Emma: Oh dear.
Shane: What?
Emma: Your eyes.
Shane: (looks in mirror) Oosh.
Emma: Mm, tired. And (casts an eye over Shane), y’ know, you can ask me to iron your shirts.
Shane: Oh, right. But wouldn’t that be dangerous – possibly hinting at some horrible patriarchal future? One minute shirt-ironing, the next – you’re cooking all of our meals and buying underpants for me whilst I’m fixing cars, pottering in sheds and doing real man stuff – drinking beer, betting on horses, sitting in an armchair.
Emma: You know how to fix cars?
Shane: No.
Emma: (proffers pitying look) Or you could iron your shirts yourself.
Shane: Where am I going to get the time to iron shirts! What with my now growing a beard, my time is all gone.
Emma: (shaking head) Go!

As I drive away, I tune in to Radio 4 - an attempt to raise my intellectual game. Soon, I am listening to Melvin Bragg talking to some mathematicians about ‘group theory’. This is all too much. I switch to a CD. Soon, I am listening to Alex’ audio version of George’s Marvellous Medicine. I have found my level.


OldHorsetailSnake said...

Did you know there's a way to post George's Marvelous so we all can get to his level?

Let Emma iron. She is much better at it than you, and Ken needn't know.

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

Emma: You know how to fix cars?
Shane: No.
Zinnia: Hahahahahahahaha

PI said...

If only Melvin would get his sinuses fixed.

Beth said...

Shane, it really is you!
Glad to see you back again.