Why I Love Small Towns
byIt’s simple really.
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
It’s simple really.
I can’t even remember what she did to deserve this punishment because it was, in terms of albeit criminally short sleep cycles, a week ago. However, using a far more standard definition of time, it happened last night.
I managed to make it out, but not without a little help
We had one of the worst mornings the other day. I know this because the kids noticed something they’ve missed altogether for over a decade…
I thought we knew our son pretty well. I didn’t think it was a two way street…
You don’t want to know how many bank staff got caught up in this, but the fact one of them is now in a position of watching over the public purse is a little bit hilarious. If by hilarious you mean ‘oh boy’
The first thing you’ll need to know before continuing with this little anecdote is we locked down Tracey and kids from all venturing, including attending their schools, back on the 18th of March – before it became fashionable.
“Bruce, Mrs Long just called,” Tracey’s voice came sweetly out of my phone, meaning she wanted something. “Have you seen her dog? It must have got out today and she can’t find it.”
I know it’s a cliche but whatcha gonna do?
I don’t know who I’m crankier with at the moment: our new cat, or my old wife.
It could have been worse. I still can’t believe it wasn’t.
It took a second or two to realise what was going on. Suddenly the room was filled with a loud industrial sort of humming…
“Bruce,” exclaimed Tracey, glaring daggers at the base of my neck, “don’t move!”
Passive aggressive? Me? Oh, hell yeah.
One of the fun things about your kids getting to the age where they’re dating and seriously contemplating settling down is meeting the other family.