This is the doorstep conversation with one of our local postmen;
Having handed me three packages, thereby giving me two armfuls, he tells me I'd have to free up my hands to sign for the mail, (the postman just freed his passing over the load to me).
'Oh Lord' I groaned....
No, I am not, anyway, Douglas Adams decided it[the Lord] was a cat.
Continuing, the postman said,
We haven't got any here (Lords)....
We have, on the other side of town....
Ah, but they're not with a big 'L'....
Yes they are...
No, not a really big 'L'....
Like a Gothic one you mean.
BTW expect snow tomorrow.....
Thanks, says I.
Having handed me three packages, thereby giving me two armfuls, he tells me I'd have to free up my hands to sign for the mail, (the postman just freed his passing over the load to me).
'Oh Lord' I groaned....
No, I am not, anyway, Douglas Adams decided it[the Lord] was a cat.
Continuing, the postman said,
We haven't got any here (Lords)....
We have, on the other side of town....
Ah, but they're not with a big 'L'....
Yes they are...
No, not a really big 'L'....
Like a Gothic one you mean.
BTW expect snow tomorrow.....
Thanks, says I.
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2 comments:
All rather surreal by the sound of it! Flighty xx
Very much Douglas Adams surreality, I would say Mr F.
:) xx
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