I can't get over the fact she called you 'duck'. But is this an example of a low-flying duck, or a low-ducking fly?
That's what you get for not wearing your crinoline. Eccentric aristocrats!
But I was wearing my crinoline! She really was going beyond the call of duty.(Timoth, those are high-risk Spoonerisms.)
I've been enjoying your 'Lollipop Series', and was reminded of it this morning when I was confronted, at my local level train crossing, with the Stop sign wielding equivalent to the lollipop lady, except he was a middle-aged council worker, complete with fluroescent vest, artfully designed goatee and mirrored sunnies. Not sure why they need a sign wielder to halt cars and pedestrians when said crossing is already amply equipped with flashing lights, ringing bells, and properly ascending and descending boom gate, and there was no evidence of track maintenance or repair in sight, but hey, who am I to dictate traffic safety? It was an amusing addition to my morning trek, and also precipated a timely pondering on differences between our latitudinally juxtaposed Southern capitals. i.e., bogans rule in the 'laide. :-) Kylie.
But the 'Laide has Glenelg, the sheer palindromicity of which surely covers a multitude of sins, no?I really like level train crossings. We have them here in the 'Bourne too, and many's the "Railway Crossing" sign that gets refigured by the wise wielders of spraycans as a "Snailway Crossing".
Post a Comment