Sometimes it seems that we agree on very little. Perhaps it is simply a ploy to add a little spice to his day, or perhaps he just loves to argue, and have the last word.
Well this time the word was DAMP.
It was a very grey day, the clouds were thick, smothering the sky. The morning chores finished, grate cleared and re-laid, ready for a match to change the mood of the room. Lunch over I took Milou for his afternoon run, well walk, a brisk round the houses and back sharpish as it was cold.
Me. Yes, but cold.
JP. Can't be cold, not with clouds that tick.' [not a spelling error]
He has this idea that if it rains, it can't be cold because if it was cold the rain would be snow or sleet.
Me. Well, it was, and because it is damp it seems colder, a clammy cold.
JP. You mean, Humid? [actually he said 'umid ]
Me. No, it is only humid when it's hot, Damp when it's cold.
JP. And you are the one with a BA?
Me. Now you are becoming annoying..It is my language, surely you can admit that I must be right. It was cold and Damp
I dug in the bookcase and carried the Dictionary into the kitchen, thumping it down on the table.
Me: There, Damp:[oh oh] Slightly wet......
JP. Yes...like 'umid.
Me. Humid.It says...[oh bugger!] Damp.
JP. Both right then?
Me. Well, I still believe it is not correct to say that it is damp. For instance during the rainy season in Mexico, and the air is full of infinitesimal amounts of water - what it is then - is Humid. Muggy and Humid.
JP. So if I go to the garden now and sit on the bench....the seat will be 'umid?
Me: No. Damp.
JP. [In high dudgeon] Perfidious Albion.
Later on I run to the village shop for ciggies.
JP. Was it damp or 'umid.
Me. [with a grin] Moist!
My score, I believe!
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Either way there was going to be rejoicing.
Where it all happens
I can quote chapter and verse. Who else has a JP, the Champion Bodger? Who else had their second honeymoon in a swish cliff top hotal in
, or crossed a high railway bridge on foot at seven years old. Who ran to Acapulco with Germans shooting at him? Who danced with GI’s at Switzerland ’s Dreamland Ballroom? Margate
Who sat under the stairs during an Air Raid, more terrified of the spiders that lived there than she was of the bombs falling around her?
Sazzie said ‘wait’. She will be here tomorrow and together we will try once more.
Then it turned out that she couldn’t make it.
I tried to put the whole idea out of my mind, read a book, did some tapestry, watched endless telly-but all the time my brain was buzzing, needing to be back amongst you all.
Else be forgotten.
I can do this, I thought, surely I can do this small thing without sending myself off into outer space again.
So here is a new place for me. Rather bare, no ribbons or bells or fancy doodads, but Saz will fix it up. For now it is enough for me to be online again and hope I can be found.
Hello to all my friends out there, talk soon.