Saturday 11 August 2012

Two from the Poode's visit to York

1. When driving too close to the car in front: "You're much too close!" Followed by: "Come down! Come right down!" Also tooting the horn when approaching a tight bend on a narrow road (eg in Devon) to forewarn advancing motorists of his approach. Usually followed by complaints from Mum.

2. Referring to spilling stuff "on the carpet" even in rooms which were uncarpeted. We know what he meant.

Wednesday 1 August 2012

Catching tennis balls

Found myself with Aidan this afternoon in Dukes Ave garden with a tennis ball and racket and started to play catch.  It recalled those endless summers evenings when we all used to stand at intervals in the back garden and Dad would punt ball after ball for us all to catch.  No matter how weak or errant our throws back to him, he always seemed to get it back with out having to move.

Biscuits

Dad's penchant for a weak joke was revived earlier today when Beck offered me a chocolate digestive biscuit and I corrected her that it was a chocolate "suggestive" - this was a standing joke with the lady in the Market Cafe who loyally laughed every time - I think she must have been a few sandwiches short of a full picnic...

The phantom arm

John and I sat down to look at this blog and as we squeezed up in front of the screen I just silently and creepily put my arm around Nonny's shoulders, which we realised was a Dadism!