G.”Good morning; sleep well”? H.”Yes, you”? G.”Yes, like an angel, but I lost my sock.” H.”Angels don’t lose socks.” G.”I forgot to take them off and fell asleep and during the night one of my toes cramped. I took the sock off my cramped foot and put it on my hand so I would not forget and lose it in the morning and yet, now it is gone.”
H. You are always turning the bed in chaotic bundle with your restless roaming around between the blankets, I am not going to strip the bed completely to find your bloody sock. I am sure it will turn up. Why do you go to sleep with socks on? G. Ok, I’ll just walk around all day wearing one sock. H. (exasperated) Jeez, get another pair from your drawer, surely you have more than one pair? G. Yes, but I already lost a pair of my best pyjamas, I don’t want to lose anything more at this stage of my life. H. You are mad, make coffee. G. Ok dear, pronto. Please, find my sock. H. Don’t worry, why concentrate on what’s not here at the moment; be positive!
G. You know me well enough, I am not going to be positive till my sock turns up. H. ( laughing) You are mad.
My coffee making is two heaped table spoonful’s of Arabia coffee into a stainless steel plunger type device. After pouring boiling water into it, I let it stand while I open the blinds to the outside world from our lounge/dining/kitchen room. Milo is outside looking in. There has been a bit of drizzle and still he slept on his cushion instead of his the luxe dog house with sheep wool underlay and alpaca fleeced cushions. Milo is a bit wet.
I let him in and he sniffs the coffee with his nose pointing upwards at exactly the spot on the kitchen bench were the coffee is still settling in its hot liquid environs.
After a few minutes of reflecting pensively on what could have happened to my sock I pour the coffee into the two white tapered mugs. Next some milk. I put in 2 sugars for me and just one for H. I then stir the lot. I take one mug to H. who sometimes prefers to read in a bit. If she gets to a page she thinks I might find interesting, she will read it out to me. I think that is such a lovely thing to do. I mean being read out to.
This morning, when I entered she triumphantly waved a sock around. H. Here is your ‘stolen sock’. It was under your crumped up pillow. Why do you have such unsavoury nocturnal habits? First sleeping with socks in the middle of summer. Then you put one on your hands. On top of that you put it from hand to under your pillow. What’s wrong with you? Did you do that at home too? Did your mother not ever tell you to take socks off? .
G. I don’t know dear. But she did warn us to sleep with hands above the blankets. How is the coffee? Is it strong enough? Can you taste that I let it brew extra long this morning? I put just a bit of sugar in it and stirred it well. Let me know if you would like a second one. If you do I’ll put the kettle on again. H. Lovely coffee, thanks. Don’t sleep with socks on. G. No I won’t. G. takes the missing sock and turns optimistic.
It is going to be a good day.
vivienne29 said:
This is good.
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lindyp said:
Just got back from Melbourne and reading this conversation is priceless -thank you Gerard, Helvi and all the comments from the back stalls -just lovely 🙂
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gerard oosterman said:
Thank you Lindyp.
Comments like yours makes it very rewarding.
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algernon1 said:
So are we, only overnight to see a show.
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gerard oosterman said:
How’s the rhubarb going this year. Any crumble coming up for breakfast?
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gerard oosterman said:
Clint Eastwood goes to bed with his socks on but not his boots.
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hph said:
🙂 And with his pistols on…
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hph said:
Ah you two love birds…:)
……….
Una Furtiva Lagrima Lyrics
A single secret tear
from her eye did spring:
as if she envied all the youths
that laughingly passed her by.
What more searching need I do?
What more searching need I do?
She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see it. I see it.
For just an instant the beating
of her beautiful heart I could feel!
As if my sighs were hers,
and her sighs were mine!
The beating, the beating of her heart I could feel,
to merge my sighs with hers…
Heavens! Yes, I could die!
I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.
Oh, heavens! Yes, I could, I could die!
I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.
Yes, I could die! Yes, I could die of love.
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atomou said:
An exquisite piece of music!
The boundless talents of man when he puts his mind into creating, are astonishing! What would the world be without such achievements! So many, many, many of them and yet we manage to push them aside and replace them with the most abject brutality for shitty, temporary gains of money, power and delusional base, grandeur!
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hph said:
Yes, Atomou, very true…
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helvityni said:
Our previous dog, Jack Russell/Beagle cross got all emotional when he heard Pavarotti sing, he started howling…weird isn’t it, a dog trying to sing…
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algernon1 said:
Be nice if Mrs A made a cup of tea first thing in the morning. Normally she’s asleep when I get up.
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helvityni said:
Alge, see, we girls need to sleep a bit longer, the last bit in the morning is our beauty sleep… 🙂 Gez makes the coffee, I make the bed…I think he’s got the easier job…
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Big M said:
I just sidled up next to Mrs m to get my back scratched. She did a thoroughly half-arsed job of it, why? ‘I’m too busy patting the dog with the other hand.’ Now I know the lay of the land!
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atomou said:
Or the lie of the hand, ey, Big one? You shoulda used both hands on the pooch. You WERE demonstrating to Mrs M how to do it, weren’t you, Big One? On the dog, I mean?
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Big M said:
Clearly I have failed as a seeker of back scratches from the fairer sex. I should have deferred to Atomou, the keeper of wisdom, and assorted Greek, and lesser Greek, stuff.
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vivienne29 said:
Yep – chooks lay eggs. We lie down. Hardly anyone ever gets it right.
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helvityni said:
Big M, a big LOL for that….
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hph said:
I enjoyed reading this. Thanks, Gerard.
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gerard oosterman said:
Thank you for that kind remark, hph. I enjoyed writing it.
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Hung One On said:
Hate socks at the best of times. Coffee sounds good. 🙂
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gerard oosterman said:
In an emergency, boiled water strained through a sock can give a decent brew of instant coffee as well.
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Hung One On said:
Gez, that has turned me off socks for life
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helvityni said:
Bastard, not buying no more socks for him…go and sleep with Milo….
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Big M said:
Foot out, or foot in??
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gerard oosterman said:
No, just the toes. 😉
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Big M said:
I guess the toe jam gives the flavour!
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, a lingering of limburger and cigar box with a hint of durian on the middle palate.
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hph said:
Hung, what about sock puppets ! ..one which looks like Mirabella?
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Hung One On said:
You’re a sick man hph, or what about the voluptuous windbag as Algernon calls her in Julie Bishop 🙂 🙂
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hph said:
🙂
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helvityni said:
Me too Hungie, I walk barefooted in Bowral winters…I don’t go to town without shoes, only in the backyard…
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Big M said:
I don’t take my guns to town.
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hph said:
🙂
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algernon1 said:
🙂 🙂
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helvityni said:
No offence Big Boy, but why is your mouth always open? Just asking, if I may…
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sandshoe said:
🙂 🙂 🙂
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hph said:
Helvi, enlarge the photo and then look at it.
It’s not open mouth. It’s red rouge (sorry Big M:)
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hph said:
I like his shirt though…
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helvityni said:
hph, wot, wot, it’s lipstick….
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helvityni said:
So glad you blokes have stayed with the topic: Profound conversation 🙂
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Big M said:
Socks, guns, rouge, shirt….
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Hung One On said:
You don’t need guns Big M you have something far worse, children!! 🙂
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Big M said:
Yes, Hung, my children are all grown up so now they say stupid things like, ‘Wouldn’t it be funny to get dad really pissed?’ The only danger is to me.
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sandshoe said:
Aint it marvellous.
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Hung One On said:
Don’t worry Big M every goes in cycles, my kids now say “Where’s the guns…”
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