We thought Barry was gay – Barry the Barracuda that is, the sucker that hoovers up all the neighbours’ leaves from your pool. It turns out he’s just constipated. A pump sucks the pool water through a leaf filter and a bucket thing at the side of the pool - forget to empty this and Barry makes a beeline for the pool’s nether regions.
Which reminds me of Mike F’s classic story heard in Kenya many years ago. Indian gentlemen “I’d like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. And from my wife’s bottom as well.”
You may recall that I observed there were 3 things that had a drinking problem in our household – the “native” tree (thirsty all the time), the gas guzzler (Freddie Falcon) and the red wine guzzler (Kidner Jeremy). Well Freddie’s drinking got out of hand this last week – dribbling, leaking and talking to himself as well as taking shots (of oil) with his beer (91 Octane Unleaded Regular). It turned out he had a hose loose under the bonnet, a shot oil pressure sender and a busted exhaust pipe. Anyway, our good friends at Lemans Motors took him in for a rehab course and he’s returned all cured. That just leaves the red wine guzzler…
This thing about female is getting out of hand. On Friday night last week we went down to our local Commonwealth Bank for a drink and a presentation about the intricacies of the Aussie Tax system and how to run rings around the revenue mob using Superannuation Funds and I ended up being called Sybl. OK so I asked who I could be rather than Jeremy when they handed out the badges with people’s names on them. So now as far as the Commonwealth Bank is concerned, I am Sybl. Now here’s the thing – when was the last time you were invited to your local bank, plied with wine and nice (healthy) nibbles and shown how to navigate the (complex) Aussie rules on tax and superannuation or anything else for that matter? Good on yer Commonwealth Bank and thank you.
Shoes also – who thought buying running shoes was so complicated? I thought the shoe person at the Athlete’s Foot said “Do you run on your balls?’ The lovely Tina L next door when we were enjoying a wonderful BBQ asked if they got in the way when I ran. Anyway, it turned out what the shoe person said was “Do you run on the balls of your feet?” I do as a matter of interest as do many people who run barefoot. Nike even has a shoe for people who prefer to run barefoot. I don’t get it either but there you are.
Keep Well, Stay Safe
Kidner Jeremy and Mrs K
Are you not Sybil?
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