The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

It’s the day that something is going to happen or then again it might be Friday. I was told this by a mysterious nomadic caller who at the time was stranded in the nations capital and furiously haggling with a greedy taxi driver over the fare home. Some would say that to listen to the ramblings of an unmet on the phone is unwise but barring once or twice, everything has come to pass just as he said it would and that is indeed a most unusual thing, for few there are who actually do as they say they will.

It is also the day that, according to my neighbour, something else is going to happen and as a result, had me up at the scrake in case it happened earlier rather than later but at the time of writing, it hasn’t happened and I am yet entrusted with the keys of the kingdom to allow access to the men who will no doubt be cursing and swearing while they try to get the new bulky sofa up the stairs which were designed at least a century and a half ago for furniture of a much less obnoxious size. I have a feeling that I was given the job to ensure that they haul the thing all the way into the living room rather than the standard few feet within the bottom door*. I am indeed blessed.

*That is the door at the bottom of the stairs, not the door to anyone’s bottom although by the time the delivery is complete that is possibly where they would wish to stick it.

Posted on Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007 at 2:11 pm.
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