ReliefLast week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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dogshit"whos trodden dogshit into the doormat?"
This was the kind of 'inquisition' question my father would utter, sparking a vast discussion on the hows, wheres, whys and whos of the incident under question. Someone always had to be to blame.
In this case there was an inspection of all the shoes in the house (no dogshit), sniffing of the footwear currently being worn (no dogshit), a discussion about who might have visited the house and might have trodden dogshit into the doormat.
The rage was building all the time and my father was becoming incandescent. There wear tears, threats of beatings and much shouting
This all ended when I finally got on my knees...
and sniffed the "dogshit"
my words?
"its catfood"
(, Sat 22 Dec 2012, 17:48, 1 reply)
So,then there was nothing to do but string up the cat.
(, Wed 26 Dec 2012, 15:20, closed)
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