We have a little joke in our house. I say to Mr B “Stop me if this is getting too racy for you” and that’s funny (yes, it is) because I will in actual fact have been wittering on about something so mundane I will have almost talked myself into a trance.
Go Kart, Gil Elvgren
And Mr B, well, let’s just assume that he is imagining that he is somewhere far away where there isn’t someone talking about how annoying a white kitchen sink is because it stains so easily… and how tea bags should really go straight in the compost… tea bags leave stains… actually the compost needs to go out…
I don’t know when I started talking drivel. Here’s an excerpt from this morning if you can face it. Me to Mr B:
“… so you know the new cereal that we bought at the shop yesterday? Yeah. Turns out that they aren’t as interesting as we, I, thought they were going to be. They are just like Weetabix but a different brand. I thought that they were going to be more like bite-sized Weetabix, but actually they are the sameish size. Not exactly the same shape. More square. Less bevelled. But really just the same as Weetabix (now I am wondering in my head, not out loud, how they compare on price). But different. Blimey, how many times can I say Weetabix in a sentence, eh? Anyway they look nice. Bibsey ate them. With strawberries. We just broke them up into bite-sized pieces…
OK, so stop me if this is getting too racy.”
I can’t think of any more examples off the top of my head you’ll be disappointed to hear. But I will keep you posted. In fact, pop your email in my subscribe box on the right and you need never miss one my irrelevant, yet racy, posts again.
So, in the interests of keeping it brief, and to stop myself from entering the realms of the overly racy, I’m going to leave it there. But I do have a question:
Does anyone else do this? Or, do you speak only in short relevant sentences, being in possession of razor-sharp minds and enough self control to keep your inner monologue INNER?
