So I was just sitting there minding my own business, observing the Friday night ritual known as ‘wine o’clock’ between the Bear and an (as yet unnamed) neighbour. Then…. they got round to the subject of my blog.
Bear: I usually don’t know what he’s put up until one of the girls in my office tells me. Then I have to go and check what he’s said this week.
(quick glance in my direction)
Bear: One of the girls said they loved the blog but…..’He makes ya out to be some wagon?’
Daddy: Makes ya out?…..ha!
(not sure if I thought that or said it out loud, shit they’re looking over, time to slink back into ‘observation mode’… like a tortoise retreating into the sanctuary of his shell)
Bear: Sure look at him, sitting there on his phone probably taking notes. Ya can’t say nothing anymore.
(I splutter out an involuntary chuckle, as that’s exactly what I’m doing)
Bear: This better not go in your blog!!
Daddy: Hahahaha, I promise