My Goose Was Cooked!
Copyright (c) Robert L J Borg 2011
I thought I was being helpful around the house by offering to dust the furniture. All was fine until I started in the dining room. My wife likes to collect English china: plates, teapots, cups and saucers, that sort of thing. No matter how careful I was, I still managed to knock a small Royal Albert jug off the dresser. Despite my best efforts to intercept its plummeting descent onto the polished floorboards, I missed. That’s it! I thought my goose was cooked once she discovered I had broken one of her favourite pieces. She appeared in the doorway, hands on hips, and said: “Just use some glue, that’s what I did with it last week.
RLB – Tomewriter