FOWC with Fandango: Comfort

When its cold outside and temperatures are freezing
Then bring out the gloves, to stop you wheezing
Wear warm socks, and a hat on your head
Make yourself comfortable, even in a sled
So I saddle my scooter and slide into town
Come wind or cold I wear no frown
It might even snow, then I leave it all at home
I relax on a chair and then I do not roam
If I was a hedgehog I would cuddle up in leaves
Stuff myself with food to ensure I would not freeze
But I am only human, and no-one tucks me in
So I have to do it all myself. and wear a sheepskin
I can dream of summer time with the sun high in the sky
In the meanwhile I take a warm drink and hope to get by

FOWC with Fandango: Comfort

FOWC with Fandango: Churlish


The daily trip to the supermarket, just took too long.

“Can I help you?”

“I will take some pork chops.”

“Just a minute I was here before you.”

“But I have no time, I have to catch a train.”

“Then you will have to miss your train, it is my turn now.”

“Ladies calm down, you will both get served eventually.”

“But not before she does. So give me my pork chops.”

“It is not her turn, put those pork chops back. I want three steaks please.”

“I was here first and stop pushing me with your trolley.”

“If you were not being so insolent and jumping the queue I would not have to push you on one side with my trolley. So give me those steaks and do not cut them too thick.”

“Of course she doesn’t want them thick, would probably be too expensive for her.  You can cut my pork chop in a nice big size. Ouch, that hurt, stop pushing.”

“Then stop getting in the way. Cut my steaks so that I can go. No, just a moment, give me that steak knife.”

“That is property of the store.”

“And now it is my property. I have a better purpose for that knife.*

“And I have my walking stick.”

“Hello is that the police. Please come quickly I have  problem in the supermarket. A lady is attacking another lady with a steak knife and the other lady has just knocked her on the head with her walking stick. And please call the ambulance as well. There seems to be some blood involved somewhere, although I am not sure if it is caused by the steak she just bought or an injury inflicted by the knife.”

Let this be a lesson, never jump the queue at the butchers counter.

FOWC with Fandango: Churlish