As has become something of a habit in our house, Peter fell asleep in front of MOTD on Saturday night and so did Jonathan. I have decided that they are just getting old and it's not my scintillating company. I was busy baking (for a change). Suddenly, Peter jumped up and walked into the garage in the dark. I wondered what he was doing. "I have to get some ice for Jank" he announced. Hmmmm! There is no ice in the garage. Then he came back, having been to the loo in the pitch dark (another developing habit) and said he'd just woken up and he'd been convinced that he had to get some ice for a lady we know from church. Ann thought this was hysterical.
Well, today the crazy gene has passed on to Tom. Two of his most frequent questions are, "Are we socialising tonight?" or "Who's coming over today?"
"You love people, don't you Tom?" I said. He replied, "Yes. I feel social depraved if we don't have anyone round." Depraved eh? "I think you mean deprived, Tom"
Crazy ice hunting bloke is off to the Big Apple tomorrow. What will happen if he falls asleep on the plane? Better tell him to hold a parachute at all times, just in case....
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