Whenever I walk into a room a disembodied voice says, “Always keep away from children.” It has become a running joke because other washing powder adverts are available. I never walk in to the ones that say, “Always keep out of reach of children” or other warnings about not letting them accidentally foam up the inside of their mouths.
I don’t heed the advice, though. After an evening of supposedly teaching the flute but really talking about the lifespan of a hamster vs a gerbil, girl fights at school, and why the thumb key on the flute isn’t called the God key and therefore the Bb key could be called the baby Jebus (sic) key, the cold I’ve had for three and a half weeks that was getting better came back and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool.
I walked in to tell the Long Suffering Husband, the voice from the telly said, “Always keep away from children,” and the LSH agreed.
I have things to say about the Epstein files but now I have to go and find a Pirate costume. So, I will just leave this thought to people who are looking for a sexual thrill.
“Always keep away from children.”
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