1. John’s hungover. We decided fish butties from the fish and chip shop with be the magic remedy and by and large, they are.
2. Kaufman opens his mouth when he purrs which amplifies the rumble.
2b. I delve into the storage footstool, disturbing my furry little man on the cushion above: he has never looked more like his sister than when he stands, legs wide, grumpy expression, to ask what I’m doing.
3. We try to summarise what we talked about on the walk and the easiest way to do it is to repeat the word ‘niche’ multiple times and perform it like a barbershop quartet (well, duet).
4. There is a mention on springer spaniels in a cartoon we’re watching and I poke Lily to alert her to a breed shout out. She wakes with a start, her mouth skew-iff, and am expression that asks “whhhhhat?”.
4b. We assign colours to each cartoon: The Simpsons is yellow, for obvious reasons; Bob’s Burgers is white; Family Guy is green; Archer is grey-blue – and so on.
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