I was thinking about that old joke where there is a man holding a large stake and another very gormless looking man is holding a very large mallet. The man holding the stake is saying to the gormless one, “now when I nod my head, hit it”. You are now supposed to see the joke!
You may see what it was that led me to thinking about this old joke when I explain what I was doing at the time when this weeks events seemed to end up with me having a good laugh at my own expense.
Picture this, I am wandering around in the kitchen while V is preparing a rather nice savoury lunch and I was no doubt getting in the way or indeed avoiding any hands on lunch preparation. As I made one of my exploratory trips into the kitchen to see how lunch was proceeding V turned to me and asked “can you get the bins out" please”. Well, there was one of those moments where I had the rather dumfounded and somewhat blank looks whilst at the same time casting a glance over my shoulder at the waste bins, both “taken out” the day before. Needless to say, my blank Dumb and Dumber look was met with a corresponding look that only a woman defied can give, harsh! But given my male desire for preservation I was quickly able to realise she had in fact asked “can you take the BEANS out” (of the tin), silly me! Well we laughed we chortled and we very fortunately saw the funny side and off we went chuckling about this little incident for a day or two.
Two days later, kitchen and I am washing up and, yes OK, we have a dishwasher but there are things I am forbidden to put into it, one of which is a large coffee mug which I had filled with washing liquid and water to soak. I suppose it was inevitable that during the washing up process I would manage to knock this mug over and drench the worktop with soapy water. Much of this water found it’s way under the electric toaster and as I wanted to avoid death by electric shock or the need to purchase a new toaster I quickly moved it and started mopping up. V started to grab kitchen roll while I picked up the toaster and noting that it was wet on it’s underside held it up in the air and quickly called to V asking, “can you wipe underneath please”. She dashed forward and started wiping the work surface while I stood holding the toaster up in the air as it if were a prize award I had just received for doing the washing up! “Nooooo not there, under the toaster” …. “I am wiping underneath” V insisted.. Nooooo the underside of the toaster” I shrilled! Yes, the second time that two regions were divided by a common language. I really am going to have to make start explaining myself properly in future as we can’t afford to have so many real belly laughs in one week!
Must have been the best few laughs we had had at something this for ages, why not try it yourselves?
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