Stupid talk

 Open the door to the balcony, open the windows, hang out the coat to air, it is a lovely day. Make breakfast, oh what a dream it all is. And then, it all just blows away. The weather is still nice, there is a memory now of all the stuff down in the hallway that needs to be tidied. A friend of the son had for whatever reason had to leave home, and the hallway is full of her property packet into re-purposed rubbish bags. Take the car to the discount store, parking in the basement of the mall. Buy eight large cardboard boxes of the king that are used for removals when moving house. These are on special offer. Buy some eggs and some bread as well, and some apples too. Then drive back home and pack the plastic bags into the boxes and stack these. Now the stuff looks tidy, even if it is just a case of banning the mess into cardboard boxes. The items will probably remain in the hallway for quite some time. Apparently the young woman is looking for a home, and is being cared for by the town youth office. The son said that the things would be gone soon, but this is most likely just wishful thinking. The young woman is staying with a friend and the son had kindly offered to store her stuff for a few days. By the looks of things that could be a few weeks..

Later on, at the weekly meeting, they were all talking about health. Old people seem to love talking about their ailments and the medical methods used to deal with these. Letting the mind wander, allow the head to fall and go deep into thought. Hear the own name called, and the man at the other end of the table shouts that because of this cringing demeanour he assumed that the operation would be next week.

How did he know? He did not, he was just being funny. So agree, and mention that as a result of this urological operation there would be no problem hitting the high c.

This provoked laughs all round.

None of them new of the operation scheduled for the first of June, and none know now.

Stupid talk.