I thought my side of the conversation was fascinating and wildly entertaining but with room for improvement so I decided to add a little interest by fluttering my eyelids and developing a pout. The pout tended to make my speech a little fricative so I softened my lips with some strawberry jam which had the expected effect of attracting a swarm of bees.
I managed to flutter my eye lashes with considerable energy for quite a long time, this kept the bees at bay but I developed a cramp in the bridge of my nose - I looked like a Klingon. At this point I lost concentration. The bees settled and formed a scrofulous beard.
I managed to continue the conversation because, I for one, was really interested in what I was saying.
I then noticed that the TG had fallen asleep.
Sometimes I wonder why I make the effort..
(Must start a shopping list :- subscription to emergency helpline, sedatives, slightly larger strait jacket?, mmm, he has been putting on weight lately - diet pills, .... I'll finish this later, I need a power walk. Lo,TG)
