Umm, don’ know about you (who am I talking to? bloody loon, first sign of potato rot that, talkin’ to meself. best stop that then hadn’t I? don’ wanna get that, “bits” might start fallin’ off…shoulda listened to me mother)
I’ve forgotten what I was gonna say now, thanks to being intrupted by me.
Let’s see, erm oh yeah…was gonna talk (shouldn’t that be type? Will you stop intruptin’ me, I can’t think straight with you in me head…sorry, won’t happen again.)
Anyway, Tuesday was like pretty much most Tuesdays ‘cept this time on top of our usual places of visitin’ we also had some of them pictures from the magical paint device to get printed (I thought that was non joined up writin’).
Turns out that the pictures from the magical paint device can be turned into actual solid objects, what you can hold in your hand!
This can be done in a little shop in this place called the Harper centre (big shiny place with lots of shops in it).
Not like we had back in the homestead…I remember there only bein’ three shops, one for meat stuff, one for veggies (the edible type, nothin’ to do with that wierd cult of only eatin’ vegetables) and the other one was what could be best described as a “general store”.
We had to wait for this to be done, so with a little time to kill we went off down by the river…
Wandrin’ along tradin’ insults with the old one as usual, I think we both knew where we were headin’…towards the ice cream truck.
Took our sweet time gettin’ there, what with us gettin distracted by the scenery and what not, but get there we did.
Havin’ bought the ice creams, we find a place to sit down and enjoy them…right by the side of the river, me with me legs danglin’ over the side and the old one perched a little further back (methinks he don’ trust me or somethin’).
Ice creams finished and time killed we slowly head back to pick up the pictures and then on to the waterin hole. Was gonna have a nice shandy when we got there, but they’d run out of beer!…
What kind of waterin’ hole runs out of beer?
Oh yeah… I’d forgotten about the running out of beer business. And that the most noteworthy event of the day as well. Must be the senility kicking in again.
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I guess it must…are you sure you ain’t got potato rot?
you keep referring to potato rot…that’s just funny!! May I used that reference over here on my side of the pond? hee hee
mmm, ice cream…..
I don’ see a problem with that, just be careful and look out for the signs…don’t wanna get it y’self now.
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