Sunday, November 21, 2010

Stay At Home Zombie Love Nest 3

























‘Did you see me take my tablets this morning, dear?’

‘I don’t know. No. I don’t think so.’

‘Let me check the packet. It’s not too late to catch up if I did.’

‘While you’re in the kitchen —’

‘Yes?’

‘Put the kettle on, petal.’

‘Ordinary or Rose Pouchong?’

‘Oooh, Rose Pouchong. Yes please. Any joy?’

‘Yes. It looks like I must have taken them.’

‘That’s good.’

‘Shall we treat ourselves to a biscuit each?’

‘Oh go on then.’

‘Digestive or Hob Nob?’

‘Aren’t there any Nice left?’

‘No. They’ve all gone.’

6 comments:

Robert Swipe said...

I knew a girl called Rose Pouchong once. Nice lass until she'd had a few. Dodn't take much to get her stewed...

;)

xxx
Bob

Mother (Re)produces. said...

Ah, Sunday mornings. Pity we can't get dark chocolate covered hob-nobs over here.

Old Kitty said...

Awww true love knows no bounds or boundaries or nice or bourbon bikkies! Take care
x

fairyhedgehog said...

Who ate all the Nice biscuits then? When there were Hobnobs there? Very strange people.

Whirlochre said...

Robert
The odd thing about Rose Pouchong is that I shouldn't like her at all, yet every time I sip of her delights, I'm genuinely thrilled — unless I forget I'm not drinking PG Tips and add milk and 2 sugars, in which case, YUK.

Mother
You'll just have to make do with all the lakes and mountain then.

*sigh*

Old Kitty
Thanks for reminding me about the bourbons. I have some in the tin...

Hogsy Pogsy
Anything beats Buttock Wrinkle.

Dayana Stockdale said...

Aha! Great sense of humor. This must be the way we all wake up!