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Last week, I started running a bath and then popped downstairs to see my friend and neighbour in the basement, whereupon I became engaged in a juicy conversation. Half an hour later, I thought I heard dripping (I have a history of hearing problems), and I turned to my friend and asked:
"Are you running a bath upstairs?"
The realisation dawned on me as he shook his head calmly and said "No", and I bolted upstairs like an arse off a drawing pin.
Ever since, whenever I see him, the first thing he says is: "Are you running a bath?"
Yet another embarrassing entry in my catalogue of synaptic-misfires. Two more and I reckon I'll be up for a Darwin Award. (Note to self: sort - it - out!) |
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