It began with "Can you help me change the dog beds?"
Let me explain about the dog beds. We, that is to say Clover, has two. One in the living room and one in the hallway. They are not your run-of-the-mill bog beds. They are in actual fact duvet's folded to over maximum comfort.
What can I say?
I pamper my pup!
Anyway, the request for help meant that the duvet covers were going to be changes and washed.
I put the TV on 'hold' and began the process of peeling the duvet's. I was almost done when I heard "Oh-oh! We'll have to vacuum those covers before the go into the machine otherwise the filter will get full of dog hairs!"
The vacuum miraculously appeared and I found myself standing in the kitchen on one end of a duvet cover with my feet so far apart that I was in serious danger of damaging some of my most important appendages.
At the other end of the duvet cover, in a similarly precarious position but with less to damage, stood my wife.
She valiantly swung the vacuum cleaner back and forth as if there was no tomorrow.
And as there were two duvet covers, we went through this procedure twice.
After the dog hairs were safely inside the vacuum cleaner, the covers were thrown into the washing machine and I was allowed to return to my seat in front of the TV.
Now I can hear you all declaring that it was 'Just another Saturday evening at home'.
And you would be wrong!
Usually we have much less fun!
Which brings me (not very smoothly) to the story I wanted to tell you before the memories of last nights exertions resurfaced ...
A few days ago, I was talking to a little girl and her mother. The girl was telling us about her school day.
"And we learned all about testes today!" she announced.
Her mother looked shocked. Her daughter was only six years old.
"You did what?" she asked.
"The teacher told us that we'll have testes when we are older" said the girl.
I have to admit that it was hard not to snigger as the little girl had such a serious expression in her face and her mother was speechless and her face was turning a deep crimson colour.
"And then," continued the little girl as she started to become excited. "If we have good testes we can get good jobs an' a, an'a lot of money an' a house".
The girls mother visibly relaxed.
"Do you mean you'll have to do test's and exams?" she asked.
"Yep!" said the little girl. "Testes and exam-ies!"
I hate kids, but they are good for a laugh now and again!
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