Where've you been?
Making a total eedjit of myself.
What do you mean?
Well I went up to Philip McCartney's to ask if it was OK to go after those foxes on his ground.
What did he say?
Very little. He wasn't there but his wife was.
Oh.
She comes to the door and she's this red-headed woman and there's all these wee red-headed weans running about the place and I opens my mouth and says to her, 'There's a wee ginger bugger has been harassing my hens', and her jaw dropped and she looks round her at all the weans and I say, 'I mean a fox! A fox has been harassing my hens and is it OK if we go on to your ground to shoot it?'
What did she say then?
She just looked relieved and said, 'Shoot away at it!'
3 comments:
It's not what you say it's the way that uou say it!
And no words of mine will ever match your grace and eloquence, GM ;)
I’ve been reading your blog for years now, Nelly. You have an insight into the human condition, and a sympathy for it, that only a few of the great writers have. You have a rare talent; you can be a great writer or a famous novelist.
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