We've gone trinket-flinging crazy here. I decided just to go for it after Geoffrey's episode of selective deafness; Hell Mend Him I thought, and I seized every knick-knack and trinket-y style object I could lay my hands on and threw them willy-nilly into a Lidls shopper. Holiday souvenirs, miniature horse brasses, broken biros, porcelain clogs filled with carpet tacks, marbles, and even the battling tops out of last year's Yuletide crackers that gave us HOURS literally HOURS of fun during the long dark days of winter - they all got swept off the mantlepiece and into the bag. Then I ran to the cliffs and emptied the lot into the sea. "Deafness is it?" I shrieked, into the howling gale, "I'll give him deafness."
Geoffrey joined in, of course. He can't see 'green cheese', as the rather dreadful saying goes.
Geoffrey joined in, of course. He can't see 'green cheese', as the rather dreadful saying goes.
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