Evidence that I should be put away quietly in an institution for the safety of everyone else
I have proved myself a liability to both the human and the feline species today and am determined to stay in for the evening so I cause no more trouble. Tricky moment 1. I went to see my Granny who's 88 and a bit frail. When I was getting ready to go, I picked up my handbag and slung it over my shoulder. Now, I'm not one of those who carries around one of those diddy little numbers with a comb and a sewing kit in it. So it was stuffed to perdition with books, my Walkman, a bar of nougat the size of the Great Wall of China and all the usual paraphernalia. I bent down to kiss my Gran goodbye, and when I did, the handbag swung off my shoulder and lamped her one in the stomach. She yelled out, 'You punched me!' Unsurprisingly, she looked shocked by this, being unused to her granddaughter attacking on her on Saturday afternoons just after we'd done the crossword so nicely together. I did explain and apologise and explain and apologise and explain ...
Are you calling Mark farty?
ReplyDeleteGlad you figured it out. Can't wait to see what you'll link to next.
My guess is the olive store.
Arty-farty is a compliment in England, Amanda. Translated, it means, 'I wish I was that clever. How annoying.'
ReplyDeleteI was there days ago, woman. What are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteSo now you've gone among the fartiliterati, have you?
I'm surprised Mark put up with lightweight like you.
Loved the poem, are there any more?
Hi Friko - yes, I know it's been there a few days but I thought I'd wait and see whether the comments were thats-a-nice-poem! comments or so-she-thinks-she's-a-poet? comments before posting the link. Is that paranoia? I think it might be. At least, all the voices I hear say it is.
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ReplyDeleteHave no fear, that was a nice poem. Congratulations on finding the missing link.
We call is artsy-fartsy here in America Fran.
ReplyDeleteFartsy...
I'm feeling a tad fartsy today. Not artsy. Just plain old fartsy.
Fran, you truly are amazing. In Texas we would never say arty-farty because the other cowboys would shun us, or take us to a brokeback mountain, one or the other. So I'll stick with 'amazing.'
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed! I've just figured on my i phone so I'm celebrating, too.
ReplyDeleteAnna May x
Thanks, Martin!
ReplyDeleteAmanda, what's an 's' between friends?
ReplyDeleteLesley - thanks. Please stick with 'amazing' - I'd hate to think of you being dragged off to a brokeback mountain. Does a mountain with a broke back go to an osteomountainpath?
ReplyDeleteAnna May - you and I are just playing around on the boundaries of technogenius, I can tell.
ReplyDeleteThat link is so cool I'm going to use it again and again...
ReplyDeleteI've said this before and I'll say it again.
ReplyDeleteLeave us not forget Petomaine, the original art farter.
Congratulations, Fran, on the creation of both an effective hyperlink and a very fine poem.
ReplyDeleteMark, I'm so proud of it! And it's all down to your wonderful tutelage. At least, I think that's the word I want. All of a sudden, it sounds like a big ballet skirt.
ReplyDeleteI swear I won't, Lane.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stan. All I have to do now is learn how to operate my DVD player and I'll be sorted.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Love the mood shift from warm to cold; light to dark. Very effective. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rachel. That's a really nice comment.
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