Last night our friend D rang from Ghana. It wasn't the most free-flowing of conversations as there was a considerable time lag between speaking and hearing the reply, and much of what D said came across like this:
"Yeah, cgcngrfbkgnkdbkvbnfewbhf orange and pink dbbhjebqbcsasgsca manslaughter charges nbhdbhjbdbnru shepherd's pie."
Anyway, the upshot of the call was to ask us if we'd mind parking their car in our driveway until one of their relatives could come & pick it up to be housed elsewhere. D and K drive a WRX. Amongst the crackles and the line drop outs I'm certain I heard D asking - nay, urging - us to take the beast for a spin; it needs to be taken for a spin.
Guys, you'll read this long before we speak to or e you again: with care instructions like that, that little baby can stay at our place indefinitely.
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And having the world's fastest production car decorating the driveway can only be good in our game of oneupmanship with The Stupids.
Hmmm. "Manslaughter charges" and "shepherd's pie". It doesn't bear thinking about.
Be kind Grumpy, and carefull, the last babysitter has two nice bills from Mr Plod to deal with.
Shepherd's Pie is the spawn of the devil!!! Cottage Pie however is quite tasty.
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