Since my recent failure at un-cluttering, I’ve been aware of the lad (yes young Bing) keeping an eye on my activities. In short, making sure if I have indeed, taken his words on board.
I realize of course that he’s trying to understand the mind of a befuddled old poop (his words not mine.) He has an extraordinarily inquisitive nature, which in turn can become somewhat obsessed once it latches on to a particular scent or notion!
Oh yes, he will appear to be entirely uninterested in my wanderings and mutterings…..and such. BUT, I can assure you that he has the ability to shine the proverbial light upon matters in such a way as to simply astound you. (Well, me…. I suppose.)
This particular day I have (bearing in mind the lads last edict) been just having a general tidy and what I call shuffling papers into neater piles, with a modicum of shredding when required. My new ‘chewer-upper’ of paper is even noisier than the last, and so to a degree, Bing tends to keep away, save for the occasional head around study door with accompanying frown!
I decide to get in first for once.
‘May I help you Bing?’
For some minutes he’s been pacing up and down the hallway, peering in at me from time to time.
‘As you can see young lad, I am merely…..’
‘Shuffling paper into new piles with a modicum of shredding….yes?’
(Blast, how does he know that’s what I would have said?)
‘Well….er….yes I suppose I am.’
‘How’s it going?’
‘Pretty well Bing.’
‘M’mmm. I hate to say it, but it was one lot of “dings” ago that you said you’d be out for a coffee and such.’
‘Oh that was only a few moment’s ago young lad.’
As if to correct me and side with the lad......
The ancient Grandpappy clock in the corner of the study decides to ‘ding’ another hour, with such an accusatory ‘DING’ it’s final chime of the new hour, seems to echo on….and on…..and on. Finally silence returns, and a small ‘tup’ from you-know-who, brings me back to the moment.
‘Ah.’
‘Ah indeed old poop.’
‘Well I never, how time flies when you’re…..’
‘Having fun?’
‘Well, fun of sorts.’
As I wander with as much dignity as I can muster, to the kitchen and coffee making. A voice is heard.
‘Stone me, he lives in a world entirely of his own, it’s a chap like me that keeps him sane.’
‘Blooming cheek.’
‘What was that guv?’
‘Nothing Bing…..nothing at all.’
‘Finally guv…………SNACKS IS SERVED!’
‘Are Bing, ARE.’
Thank you for the correction guv………AH FINALLY SNACKS IS SERVED!’
Give up Taylor, give up and get that snack tin open.
‘O’oooo snacks guv......... what a big surprise.’
(Well I'm sorry folks...I do my best.)
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