I like to think that I perform some useful social functions. But then I like to think a lot of things.
It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, given the snow : turn the car around, grit the path. That I happened to be naked apart from my dressing gown at quarter past eight in the evening and was paddling around the slush seemed neither here or there.
Naturally, the girl from next door took that moment to look out for her boyfriend. She saw me apparently sprinkling table salt on my Doctor Who slippers.
I waved cheerfully.
She called her mum to the window. Then her dad. Soon her little sister was there too. They waved back a little nervously. Then laughed in unison.
I am The Crazy Man from 213.
For most people you are simply the crazy man from the midlands!!! or dad.
Posted by: jon | Saturday, 07 February 2009 at 11:25 AM
Why, Jon, thank you. It's good to know my reputation remains intact!
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Posted by: Carlton | Saturday, 07 February 2009 at 07:51 PM