Well, obviously I did my best to put them out of the way and I made sure that neither of us mentioned them to any visitors to our house. Although, to be honest most people do – eventually – tend to notice that we seem to have a pair of giraffes wandering around in the back garden….
Eventually….
Even though most visitors are too polite to mention it first, there are some who find it difficult to hide their incredulity as normal good manners would usually dictate.
‘Fuck me! Is that a giraffe…? Bloody hell! There are two of them!’ Such comments do – quite often result in a conversational hiatus, especially if it is a warm day and, with the window open, one of the giraffes pops its head through the window to help itself to a cake or biscuit.
It can be awkward, especially if the guest or visitor spills their tea everywhere in the haste to get away from a giraffe seemingly insistent on poking its nose into all and sundry… especially the cakes.
Of course, then we have to explain why we have a pair of giraffes in our back garden and consequently we have to mention all the recent rain, Mr Noah from three doors down building his rather large boat in his back garden, and – therefore – having not enough room for the giraffes as well….
And… well, I presume you get the picture.
As do our visitors… eventually. Usually in the few seconds before remembering they have an urgent appointment elsewhere.
We – as we wave them away - just hope that urgent appointment isn’t with the Jones family just up the road, because their visitors do tend to be more than a little surprised when they first glimpse the pair of crocodiles wallowing in the bath.
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