my drawers would dry!
Two nights in a row I have laughed fit to bust. Last night it was a close run thing to get to the loo before I was in sore need of Miss Tena to ride to the rescue!?!
I know, I know too much information.
‘The soup tonight is white vegetable!’
They looked at the waitress, she looked at them, the silence hung in the air, as I sat up smart-ish exploding into gales of laughter in anticipation of just what was coming next.
The silence grew...
‘What exactly is in white vegetable soup?’ scratching their heads they not unreasonably enquired.
Husband looked across at me as I said...
‘White vegetable soup?’
between gales of laughter.
The waitress in the restaurant had not a clue.
‘Err, potatoes!’ (a good start)
I shouted at the television as she stuttered on thinking winging it was good idea!?!
As she weakly said
My sides were aching.
‘Maybe I should go and find out!’ she said.
‘White vegetable soup!’
I cried out again, in such a state the husband had to stop the recording.
‘Who in their right mind makes white vegetable soup?’
Even if it turns out white call it something more exciting than white vegetable soup.
Anaemia Veloute maybe? Or maybe not?
Add some turmeric and call it golden vegetable soup, if a colour is definitely required?
What a tonic it is to laugh uncontrollably, maybe that was why last night I suggested we record
Gogglebox, neither of us ever having seen it before.
Well once again I was in gales of laughter and not so much by the things people were saying as the food, the drinks. As I watched in horrified fascination I had a ghastly thought of us the previous evening and what a snip that would have been of two old codgers. Her rolling round not knowing what to hold, her sides or her... well we won’t go into that as she cried
‘Stop it!’ as she rushed to the loo.
This lockdown is having a strange effect. I must try and get out more... Oh yes, I’ve just remembered... I can’t!