Me to my family as I get ready to take the dog for a walk yesterday: 'It's tipping down. Anyone seen the umbrella?
Husband: 'By the front door.'
Me: 'No, not that one - it's way too big. The other one.'
Boy #1: 'By the back door.'
Me: 'No, that's the yellow one.'
Family: ?
Me: 'I don't like the yellow one. It's square. And it's got an estate agent's name on it. And it's yellow, for pete's sake. I mean the other one.'
Boy #2: 'You mean the medium-sized blue one?'
Me: 'Yes! My favourite. Not too big, not too small. Sturdy, reliable. Where is it?'
Boy #2: 'No idea.'
I sigh, and leave my nonplussed family rolling their eyes as I take the dog for a walk whilst sheltering underneath a bright yellow square umbrella. I look like a cross between an estate agent and someone who - other than for the odd Zoom call (oh, happy day!) hasn't had to make themselves presentable in 5 weeks. Which, in fact, I am.
Later that day - after I spend an hour hunting fruitlessly for the missing umbrella - the family WhatsApp lights up.
Dad: 'Anybody claim this superior little number?'
His message is accompanied by a photo of the missing umbrella. MY umbrella. My FAVOURITE umbrella.
I call to claim my prize - at least in theory, since there's no way to collect it right now.
Mum: 'Oh, it's yours, is it? It's very good.'
Me: 'Wait, you used it?' (NOOOOOOOOOO!) 'Doesn't Dad have that excellent one Sis bought him a couple of years ago?
Mum: 'Well, yes. But he doesn't like to share that one. Says it's too good.'
I bet he does.
Mum: 'I like this one, though. Are you sure you want it back?'
Me: 'I do, sorry. But don't worry; I've got another you can have instead. Just as good. And it's really easy to see, which is helpful. I'll put it to one side so it's ready when we're allowed to come down there.'
The yellow umbrella is now in the boot of the car, waiting for when we can finally visit. The blue one is my favourite, after all...
Is it possible that Lockdown is getting to me?
Husband: 'By the front door.'
Me: 'No, not that one - it's way too big. The other one.'
Boy #1: 'By the back door.'
Me: 'No, that's the yellow one.'
Family: ?
Me: 'I don't like the yellow one. It's square. And it's got an estate agent's name on it. And it's yellow, for pete's sake. I mean the other one.'
Boy #2: 'You mean the medium-sized blue one?'
Me: 'Yes! My favourite. Not too big, not too small. Sturdy, reliable. Where is it?'
Boy #2: 'No idea.'
I sigh, and leave my nonplussed family rolling their eyes as I take the dog for a walk whilst sheltering underneath a bright yellow square umbrella. I look like a cross between an estate agent and someone who - other than for the odd Zoom call (oh, happy day!) hasn't had to make themselves presentable in 5 weeks. Which, in fact, I am.
Later that day - after I spend an hour hunting fruitlessly for the missing umbrella - the family WhatsApp lights up.
Dad: 'Anybody claim this superior little number?'
His message is accompanied by a photo of the missing umbrella. MY umbrella. My FAVOURITE umbrella.
I call to claim my prize - at least in theory, since there's no way to collect it right now.
Mum: 'Oh, it's yours, is it? It's very good.'
Me: 'Wait, you used it?' (NOOOOOOOOOO!) 'Doesn't Dad have that excellent one Sis bought him a couple of years ago?
Mum: 'Well, yes. But he doesn't like to share that one. Says it's too good.'
I bet he does.
Mum: 'I like this one, though. Are you sure you want it back?'
Me: 'I do, sorry. But don't worry; I've got another you can have instead. Just as good. And it's really easy to see, which is helpful. I'll put it to one side so it's ready when we're allowed to come down there.'
The yellow umbrella is now in the boot of the car, waiting for when we can finally visit. The blue one is my favourite, after all...
Is it possible that Lockdown is getting to me?
LOL! No, I agree, this is perfectly rational behavior! It IS your favorite umbrella.
ReplyDeleteYes! So glad someone understands :)
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