Monday, February 28, 2011

Making the first time count

Prudence remembers her long-ago deflowerment with mixture of sadness and nostalgia. And not a little cringe.

The chap involved probably has the same sort of memories as it was his first time too.

That feeble reminiscence pales further upon learning that one's friend C lost hers to James Bond, and her husband, P, lost his to Elizabeth Taylor!

Only namesakes, but still...

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Wednesday night biscuit capitulation

Beloved: I want some biscuits.

Prudence: If you hadn't gobble-gutsed all your biscuits, you could have had some. I'll share my peaches with you.

Beloved: (in a slightly whiney voice) I don't want a peach, I want biscuits!

Prudence: (with exaggerated calm) You promised to make a packet last all week, and you scoffed them all three days in. You've only yourself to blame.

Beloved: (with a trace of triumph) I didn't promise, I had my fingers crossed.

At which Prudence had to concede defeat and Beloved went off to the supermarket to buy TWO packets of biscuits.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Definitely not

Through no fault of her own, Prudence found herself at an exclusive event held at a very exclusive institution.

At lunch with some retired ladies with large bank accounts and very high opinions of themselves, Prudence got caught up in a conversation on politics and who-knows-whom.

Did Prudence know a recently late, loveable rogue?

"Yes."

"He had an affair with my daughter's friend, L - did you know her?'

Prudence did know of L, along with several others. He was a rather loved-up rogue.

"Did you have an affair with him?"

And the trouble with a rapid and vehement denial, is that it smacks of, well, denial.

Sigh.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Caveat emptor

Prudence is quite pleased with herself: when a young man wearing a skull mask and calling himself Evil demanded of Prudence her soul, she had enough presence of mind to inform him she'd already sold it.

To be fair this did happen as part of a show in the Perth Fringe Festival.

And Prudence does know better than to sit in the front row.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Sashaying past the Catholic Church office in St Georges Terrace this afternoon, Prudence was bemused to see a sign sticky-taped to the door.

Heretics will be held in the cathedral

Prudence didn't think the church was too bothered by such people any more.

But there you go.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

From 1 to 1.30 sharp

Prudence, having no small experience of such things, is pretty sure that demanding a tenant dust her window sills is in breach of the Residential Tenancies Act.

So, also, is criticising the quality of one's vacuuming.

This led, variously to stamping of feet, mutters of annoyance, dark threats unlikely to be acted upon, frantic checking of bank balances, serious conversations and A BIG DECISION.

And thus the rounds of home opens begin.

And, if nothing else, it is amusing to note the number of people who subscribe to the view that feature walls are haute home couture. And the colours they've used on said walls.