The paintings.
"Where's the Sinclair painting I like" asked The Old Girl.
After a bit of a hunt around I remembered where I had put it - in a little alcove in the bedroom above the chest of drawers*.
"What's it doing there?" she asked "I like it in front of the wood burner in the lounge."
"But I had to move it when the fireplace repair people came" I replied.
"OK, but I want it back" she said.
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It's back |
"What will I put in the alcove now" I asked plaintively.
She looked around and said "What about your tui?"
The tui painting in question has been sitting on top of the record player that we never use. I like this little painting by a local artist but The Old Gill isn't that fussed on it.
"OK" I said "I'll move it."
This means that the stand on top of the record player is empty.
2 comments:
You are a martyr for the freedom of other men. I'd write more but I need to get the mistress's meal organized. Sempre forte!
True that Richard's 'wit' goes unrewarded. That's why he's still a free man, relatively intact.
The tui painting, which is indeed very nice, is not redundant to me.
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