'But I can't afford a new vibrator.'
I couldn't summon the courage to turn round and see who was speaking. The tone of her voice made it clear it wasn't any kind of joke, but rather a genuine whine. And I really hope I'm wrong about this but I've got an awful feeling the person she was talking to was her mother.
Ooh, love the new blog! Very lovely design. And nice cat.
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ReplyDeleteThere are rotating cats.
If you want another one, just say the word - we found a mum with three new-borns nestling under one of the cars in the driveway.
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Rotating cats; hm... I have an image of them sitting atop the turntable (for those who remember what one of those was).
ReplyDeleteAs to the quote, well, why's it an awful feeling? Wouldn't it be nice to know that she feels comfortable enough with her mum that she can talk to her about those sorts of things?
Apparently (and i'm just repeating urban myth here), these conversations frequently take place in pharmacies. Because electric toothbrushes are...ahem...sometimes used for purposes unintended by their manufacturers.
ReplyDeleteAnd your new blog is lovely.
This could have just started as a bog-standard mother-daughter chat about whether to drop her boyfriend - the hopeless romantic who's sensitive and great in bed but just doesn't seem to be going anywhere with his life.
ReplyDeleteMum makes a useful suggestion, possibly half in jest, exasperated at the young and their carnal enthusiasms.
Fyodor, keep working on that.
ReplyDeletePC, you should pass that one to Paul Oslo for the Sunday Age M cartoon.
(And thanks for continuing to support RW in your new space. Makes me feel very special to be on that list.)
Captcha 'Labgas'!!
sorry, I think that's Paul Oslo Davis.
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