An11
02-16-2013, 10:32 AM
Another offering .....many thanks for reading. All critique most welcome. Thanks everyone
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Drilling at midnight is no fun and was probably even worse for the neighbour. In fact I bet he wished he was deaf like me. I think his patience finally snapped as we drilled what seemed like the billionth hole in the brickwork separating our house from his as we worked to fit those damned electrical sockets. My girlfriend saw him first, waving his arms frantically from the gloomy darkness of his garden trying to attract our attention.
“What does he want?” She asked me as we looked down on our neighbour through the bedroom window as he danced a jig to accompany the wind mill like motions of his arms.
“Not sure, but I think he is trying to get our attention,” I replied staring down.
“How long will you be?” He mouthed silently upwards in our direction, carefully emphasising each word to ensure we understood the importance of his message.
“We could murder one, thank you,” mouthed my girlfriend back, beating me to the more appropriate response I was preparing.
“One sugar please,” she added smiling through the window at the confused looking pyjama clad figure in the garden next door.
My girlfriend enrolled for lip reading classes the following week and I didn’t feel like a cup of tea anyway.
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Drilling at midnight is no fun and was probably even worse for the neighbour. In fact I bet he wished he was deaf like me. I think his patience finally snapped as we drilled what seemed like the billionth hole in the brickwork separating our house from his as we worked to fit those damned electrical sockets. My girlfriend saw him first, waving his arms frantically from the gloomy darkness of his garden trying to attract our attention.
“What does he want?” She asked me as we looked down on our neighbour through the bedroom window as he danced a jig to accompany the wind mill like motions of his arms.
“Not sure, but I think he is trying to get our attention,” I replied staring down.
“How long will you be?” He mouthed silently upwards in our direction, carefully emphasising each word to ensure we understood the importance of his message.
“We could murder one, thank you,” mouthed my girlfriend back, beating me to the more appropriate response I was preparing.
“One sugar please,” she added smiling through the window at the confused looking pyjama clad figure in the garden next door.
My girlfriend enrolled for lip reading classes the following week and I didn’t feel like a cup of tea anyway.