Friday, September 08, 2017

Falling on deaf ears

'I think that I shall never seeeeeeeeeeee ...a poem lovely as a treeee,' I trilled away merrily as I was dusting.
'I bet everyone wishes they could sing like me, don't you think, George?'
He didn't look up.
'George! I said I bet ...'
'Wait a minute,' he said, sitting up, 'let me take my ear-plugs out then I can hear what you're saying.'

Harsh, George. That's harsh. 'Just for that I'm going to make you move so I can hoover the rug instead of hoovering around you.'

3 comments:

Sharon said...

Hahaha!

Beside a babbling brook... said...

LOL We have George beat!

Here, we are both hard-of-hearing. So we can always "beg off," of having heard something, with that excuse.

And since we are both this way, one can't be mad at the other, for "using" it.

>,-)

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Yes , but do you really want him to join in ?