So I’m walking along, and here comes Nick, who I’ve not seen in a while but, you know Nick, he’s whistling and got his hands stuck in his pockets: cheery and all’s right with the world, and he gives me a nod. “How’s it going Nick?, How’s work?” I ask
“Invisible mate” says he, cheery as a glutton in a chocolate factory, and I asked him what he means. “I’m unemployed: can’t get a look in anywhere” “Ooh that’s not good Nick” says I. “How do you fill in the time?”
“Oh no problem with that. I spend three of four hours looking out of the window trying to see if I can spot the leaves in the tree across the road growing”. I raise my eyebrows a little because that sounds a bit, you know, weird. “Not much point in pursuing that line”, I thought, poor old Nick, so I asked what else he did. “We’ll there’s exercise of course, I make the bed every day. Chuck the duvet round a bit: give those feathers a right shaking I can tell you”. “That sounds good” Nick I say, I always like to encourage, and then I ask him what else he does.
“I cut up onions for an hour in the afternoon and it helps me cry, “. “Helps you cry Nick. Is that good” “Oh yes, ” he says, “Get it all out, you can’t hold any secrets with those onions: they get right into the heart of you”
“Bloody hell Nick”, I say, ” So you might say you know your Onions, or at least they know you” and we both have a laugh. We always do me and Nick.
“So it must be pretty quiet then, apart from the crying and all those leaves sneaking around trying not to be spotted. “Not really, “says Nick. “I’ve always got these voices in my head”, “In your head Nick” and I look a bit concerned. “Well the mother in law lives with me and can’t I shut her up” “He moves his eyebrows around again and raises a hand briefly as if the entire history of Europe is in his palm. He continues, “Get off your arse you lazy lump”. “Is that all you can do?. “There’s, nothing out there. Get a life, get a job, get anything”, and I just look at her and think my thoughts. “And what are those Nick”
“Well you know my wife died don’t you ” he said, and I just nodded because it wasn’t a good memory. Well I’m all my mother in law has now, and she’s in a wheelchair. What would you do?” he asked. I thought for a bit, and then said, “I’d get her to peel some onions: sounds like she needs a heart to heart” and we both laughed
Oh Dear, stuck with a mother-in-law!
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I bet there are a few people who rely on a good onion chopping session for emotional release.
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That was sweet.
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Great 😀
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You peeled back a few layers of smiles with that story, ducks.
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Loved it xxx
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It’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it?
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Loved the twists in this. Sad, but amusing.
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I’ve nominated you for the Super Sweet Blogging Award.
My blog http://meltwaterblog.wordpress.com/2013/11/07/super-sweet-blogging-award/
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Sorry to be slow in coming back but I wanted to say that is really nice of you. Very gratifying to get any recognition
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This is brilliant! Wish I could write like that. At one point I did wonder if Nick was really ‘Old Nick’ but I think I barked up the wrong tree there. Or did I? Counting ducks obviously works wonders for getting the creative juices going… 🙂
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Brilliant.
you had me at every. single. word.
Xxxx LOVE to you from Me!
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Very touching. People have to deal with whatever they have to deal with in a way that works for them. I liked this. It is emotional and entertaining all at once. Thank you.
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I cry whenever I have to cook – anything.
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Other people cry whenever they eat my cooking, which is why I specialise in sandwiched 😦
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You have combined humour with melancholy Peter; in my opinion that takes talent! And you have oodles of it!
I hope this comment shows up and you see it. I have been commenting as regular as clockwork. I wouldnt miss your posts for anything! 😊
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seen and appreciated. Yippee, and thanks for visiting. That is always appreciated as well
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The mother in law from hell 🙂 Enjoyed reading!
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some people know how to live, throw them in hell and they will start a campfire story there
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A snippet of life. Presumed obsolescence is a horrid human societal action, and it creates a billion stories much like this one.
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Lord love a duck and you Ducky, that was awesome good and restorative reading! Thank you 😀
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Another wonderful story – where do you get your characters from, Peter – are they voices in your head? 🙂
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Nick’s a true philosopher. Mind you, if he’s all his mother in law has now, she should be more polite.
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Heh, great stuff — it would probably put the psychotherapeutic profession out of business if more people knew about the catharsis that onions offer us for one-hundredth of the price.
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Sucked me right in
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Onions, eh? I know of other ways to get a man to cry… 😉
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This story about the mother-in-law was very touching. You must be a very sensitive person.
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Great story…sucked me right in. 🙂
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“What would you do?” That’s difficult! And stuck in a wheelchair…. Love your onions thing though!
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Oh boy! He’s probably going mad in that situation!
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