August 22, 2013
I couldn’t understand why I had so many people calling on me. For a start I thought it was my wonderful charm and charisma, combined with a pleasant personality and generosity. So you can imagine that I was very flattered that people had time for me, in spite of the fact that they all consumed vast quantities of coffee, tea, whisky, cakes and biscuits whilst chatting to me.
Then one day as I was leaving the house I looked down at my new doormat with the words “Welcome to one and all” emblazoned across it and it suddenly dawned on me why I was so popular. It wasn’t me they came to see, it was the vitals I handed out so freely.
I picked up the doormat and threw it into the recycle bin and went and bought the mat you now see in the picture. This was several weeks ago.
Now I know what a prisoner in solitary confinement feels like.
“Hello? Is there anyone out there?”
Toffeeapple on August 22nd, 2013 at 8:11 pm #
Yes, I am still here!
Toffeeapple on August 25th, 2013 at 12:59 pm #
Yes please, have you any Lincoln biscuits?
Toffeeapple on September 6th, 2013 at 7:39 pm #
Since I am pure bred Welsh, it would be better to serve ‘Bakestones’.
I can say the name of that Welsh town, but I could never say Abergavenny easily.
I always wanted to meet a Welsh girl. When I was in Cymru on holiday with the lads I used to always be on the lookout but I was never lucky enough to meet a girl. Oh, what a cruel world. . . . – Keith.
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