Wednesday, 3 March 2010

Ceiling Whacks

The Fixer was on the phone to the Father of This Lot when suddenly there was a loud crashing sound followed by some yelps of pain. Actually, scratch that. Whatever he may be, the Father of This Lot is not a yelper. Make that agonised shouts.

The Fixer: 'Mum! The ceiling's come down in the Mare and Foal! Right where Dad was're not laughing up there are you?'

Me: No! Whatever made you think I was laughing?

I was actually in the bathroom stuffing a facecloth into my mouth to mask my squeals of hilarity.

Anyway, The Fixer ascertained that her father was unharmed and then came to find me.

Her (accusingly): You thought that was funny didn't you, Mum?

Me: Not at all. I didn't think it was remotely funny.

Divine justice is what I thought it was.

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Jeni said...

Yep! Divine Justice is just exactly what I would call that event too!

Akelamalu said...

You really shouldn't laugh!


Daryl said...

Bwahaaaaaa .. ahem ... me? Laughing? No. I was .. um .. clearing my throat .. that's it, clearing my throat .. bwwhahaaaaa

Working Mum said...

There wasn't a Weight Watcher's meeting in the room above, was there?

( if you missed the story)

katney said...

Not laughing?


Amrita said...

Maybe it was a Martian attack. Or the FX truck

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