We now have a new surname – and it’s double barrelled.
Last week the LSO and I revisited the store where we’d bought our kitchen floor covering. We wanted to order flooring for the bathroom. The assistant phoned to see when the fitter was available to fit the bathroom floor and the conversation went like this -‘It’s for Colin.’
Apparently they all remember us because we’ve been the only ones brave enough to buy the lime green flooring.
From green to blue. I mentioned my blue spot in the last post. The complete story goes like this. A friend at Writers’ Holiday told me that, during the night, she’d been abducted by aliens. ‘I’m sure it was real,’ she said, ‘but it could have been a dream.’
The following year I showed her my blue spot and explained how I’d seen a programme about alien abduction and one woman had a spot like mine which she said was a transmitter that had been fitted so the aliens knew where she was.
With a completely straight face, she said, ‘Oh, I had one like that by my ribs but I picked at it and a tiny bit of metal fell out.’
The question is – who is kidding who? The truth is out there.