Me at 11.14 a.m. – “Lost track of appts. When will u b home? J”
Jo’s reply at 11.19 a.m. – “About 1.22. Jo. x.”
And, what was even more unbelievable – she arrived a few minutes early!
Welcome to my world, Jo.
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Me - sometimes known as CJ or John and otherwise known as Scriptor Senex;
Jo (alias Partner-who-loves-tea and also known as Partner-who-hates-being-photographed);
Bryony
(Food-loving-Daughter);
Bryony's husband Mark
(Son-in-law-who-cooks);
Helen
(Daughter-who-takes-photos);
Helen's husband Ian
(a.k.a. Son-in-law-and-Friend-who-loves-Otters);
Richard
(Son-who-watches-films);
OK that's the story of the year for anyone who knows Jo!
ReplyDeleteThis is cute; but, I'm still churling on the post where the old coon forgets his wife's name and falls back to endearing nothings.
ReplyDeleteOh, my gosh, is she Irish by any chance? Years ago, I read the best, best thing in Under the Duvet by Marion Keyes. "See, the way it is in England, if someone says to be at their flat for dinner at seven-thirty, what they mean is you're to come at twenty to eight. But in Ireland, if someone says to be at their flat for dinner at seven-thirty, what they mean is you're to come at a quarter past nine." Isn't that just great?!
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