Taking the plunge
I bought a plunger today from Morley Handyman, £1.70 for cash. David immediately grabbed it and stuck it on his face, asking if it left a ring. The reason he did this is that a long time ago, before he was even born, Karen & I visited some old friends of mine called Les & Geraldine who lived in Bedworth. The last time I had visited them, I had been impressed at their new 4 bedroom double garaged house and the minimalist lounge with plush suite, telly, top end Hi-Fi & artwork. (When I first met them, they lived in a council flat in a tower block but Geraldine was determined to move in to a new house one day, she definitely didn’t want to live in a “used” one.)
Fast forward a decade or so and they now had a four year old little girl, called Jennifer. The spartan lounge was now full of toys, including a substantial plastic Wendy House. Amongst the toys was a clear plastic ball full of beads on a short pole with a plastic sucker on the end, a leftover from her toddler days. To amuse Jennifer, I moistened the sucker and stuck it on my forehead, letting her chase me round the room. All was well until i took it off again, at which point everyone burst out laughing. I now had a three inch red circle on my forehead which stayed for several days…
