Post 1648. Monday April 9
I saw Rosey in the hardware shop looking at buckets.
“What are you after?” I asked.
“Well” she said, “there’s a hole in my bucket ….”
“…. dear Liza, dear Liza” I sang out. It was greeted with a blank stare
“As I was saying, the canopy over my balcony leaks and I use my bucket to catch drips. Yesterday when it rained the bucket was empty and the floor was wet. That’s how I know there’s a hole in my …. “
“…. bucket, dear Liza, dear….”
“Shut up” she shouted “This is serious”
“Sorry,” I said.
“I also want a bucket to put my list in”
“My bucket list”.
I pointed out that you don’t actually keep it in a bucket, it’s only called a bucket list because…. because…. then I realised I didn’t actually know!
“What’s going on your list?” I asked
“One. Learn golf”
“So you can get a hole in one?”
“As I was saying, two, go into space”
“Careful you don’t fall down I black hole!” I quipped.
At last, she began to laugh!
I’ve got a hole joke!” she said.
“Better than half a joke” I chuckled. She ignored me and continued.
“A man walked past a hole in a wall and heard a voice coming from it. It said, ‘six six six’. The man peeped in and a fist popped out and bopped him on the nose. ‘Seven seven seven’ said the voice! Do you get it?”
“Yes” I groaned
“I don’t,” said Rosey.
Tomorrow, I is for Invite
On day 8 last year I told you about Amble Bay’s village hall. To revisit click HERE