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Saturday, 18 October 2014

In which One is indisposed...

Good Afternoon darlings.
One has been unavailable for comment until now as One has been indisposed and prostrate upon a truckle bed in the spare room so as not to disturb the A of the F.
Having been drained of the greater part of One's life's blood, One resolved to scoff a v large slice of lightly broiled moo cow, that lay like a paving slab dans One's delicate constitution until it resolved to 're-enter the world at some ungodly hour.
Last weekend One had to be administered to by the A since One had a migraine. This weekend's ailment, as yet undiagnosed, has been met with the same loving care.
The most saintly of coves would get sick of One fairly sharpish if this continues, so One is resolved to break out a catering pack of Berocca.
Any road up, the A is watching the football and I am helping him by interjecting with interesting and acutely observed observational comments.
'Isn't it lovely how the audience wear colour coordinated outfits?'  Opined One.
'What did you say, you stupid woman?' Came the reply.
One thinks this may be the ideal time to nip out and do a bit of painting.

1 comment:

Michael said...

Oh my god, the dialogue! Loving it.