"Something like being married? After the dishes are done, dear.."
Quote (of typical conversation):
bernardv: Spare a copper missus?
lucija: You're the wage earner, dear, & you give me barely enough to go to the shops for sausage.
bernardv: <------ (looks shamefaced).....Yes dear.
lucija: So, let's not have a fuss.
bernardv: No dear.
lucija: Leaving room with hurt expression
bernardv: Oh dear.......dear
lucija: Are they eating the lettuce again?
bernardv: The sausages?........What sort of sausages are you buying?
lucija: I have to stand at the stove all day....I'd think you could trouble yourself to chase away the deer...
bernardv: Good idea. I'll chase the deer dear while you try to catch the sausages.
bernardv: Er.....deer dear.
lucija: Give me a bloody quid & I'll be off for the sausages.
bernardv: Saddle up Rivendell and ride like the wind.
lucija: Ha ha ha ha. The missus has to ride into the village because you be falling off the horse.
bernardv: Indeed you're right. I'll stay behind and charge the brandy decanters ready for your return.
lucija: Don't be trying to make up with me now!
[Break & refreshments: open bar]
lucija: I'm going to try do the sausages...um, I mean catch the sausages if you'll chase away the deer, dear.
bernardv: The deer are all asleep dear.
lucija: Then YOU can chase the sausages!
bernardv: Indeedy. The sausages will warm me up.
lucija: Where do you think YOU'RE going?
bernardv: Rivendell has something stuck in his nearside show. We might look at that first.
bernardv: I meant me dear.
lucija: You don't need Rivendell to catch sausages!
bernardv: No dear.......Hi ho Rivendell......Awaaaay.
lucija: Hah! Off to the pub again to leave me all alone with the laundry.
bernardv: What light through yonder doorway breaks? It is the 'fridge and the sausages are within.
bernardv: Found them dear.....Pub later? You cook and I'll tuck (hopefully)
lucija: Idiot. Those aren't sausages, they're spare ribs!
bernardv: Ah, your sisters in spirit?
lucija: Better than yours.
bernardv: Alas I lack.......any ribs to spare.
lucija: Then we'll be having no supper tonight.
bernardv: We can get something at the pub then. Hop on my back and we'll chase Rivendell. He'll already be there by now.
bernardv: No use using the crop though. That's just for when we're alone.
lucija: Good lord, he'll be too drunk to stagger back! Why don't you grab the reins, or his man....
bernardv: Man what? .....(grins)
lucija: His MANE!
bernardv: We'd better hurry. If we're late Rivendell will drink all the beer.....again.
lucija: [Swatting Bernard with wet sponge]
lucija: That's what I MEANT by his getting drunk before we ever got there. Don't you ever loisten to me?
bernardv: Not when you have that New York accent dear.
bernardv: It is chilly though....I could use a jersey.
lucija: They're in the laundry. With some of the sausages.
bernardv: Those buggers get everywhere.
bernardv: Speaking of which. Dragons' in the tree again.
lucija: *&!!#%$^ I'm getting my walker & going to the pub. See you when I decide to come back....
bernardv: I can see his beard hanging down.
bernardv: I'll come with you. Dragon can guard the house.
lucija: Well for God's sake, shoot Gim! What will the neighbours think?
bernardv: Gim? Who's Gim?......Do you have more relatives coming to stay?
lucija: Gim is Dragons' friend. He's the little one with no teeth...
bernardv: Oh. I thought that was just Sigurd standing far away....again.
lucija: Now Gim is eating the lettuce again..
bernardv: You mean toothless Gim is sucking the lettuce? I think I've just gone off salads.
lucija: I've just gone off, period.
Hello to all my new friends. Some in-jokes here, like, my blog of Dragon with the long beard when he decided to be a hermit, & how when Sigurd goes missing, we...sort of... suggest he's lurking about. As well as while Bernard & I were talking, I made some typos, (recovered nicely from Gim, (him), huh?) But Bernard is always there with the wit & I just try to follow.
This blog was my idea, but Bernard & I were howling like tickeled mice when we read it again, & I've been on it for at least four hours, copying word for word.
Bernard: Why don't you copy & paste?
Me: It won't.
Bernard: What are you doing?
Me: COPYING & trying to paste!
*Sigh" Oh yes, Rivendell is from my blog "THE LAND" A sweet & peaceful thing, I understand.
Accolaids to my dear brother for entering into the spirit, (which I will try to cut & paste).
Stick a fork in me, I am so, so done! Maybe I'll put it in a comment.....