Yesterday Jane and I were kindly invited to dinner at Jane’s parents’. Our kitchen is in an odd state of semi-packedness. The crockery has been packed, but not the cutlery; the chopping boards and sharp knives have gone but not the pans; the microwave and toaster have gone, but not the kettle. I’d like to see Can’t Cook, Won’t Cook manage on a similarly stocked kitchen.
So we were sitting down to dinner when someone began a sentence with “Last Easter…”. At which point I started singing a quickly rewritten Wham! song … which Jane joined in. Thus:
Gareth: Last Easter I gave you my…
That just sounded SO wrong. It had me laughing for ages.
If ever the The British Fertility Society need a theme tune (or ‘hymn’) for their website (don’t laugh, the Association of International Glaucoma Societies have one! And it’s a classic.) then I think we’ve just found it for them.
Serendipity is found in the most unexpected of places.