Mystery Coat.
January 2nd, 2012So here we are on day two of 2012. Some stuff happened today. Nothing terribly interesting but it was definitely stuff.
We went shopping. We needed fruit and rice pudding. You can’t just stay at home when you need fruit and rice pudding so we didn’t. We went out to buy the aforementioned fruit (specifically clementines) and rice pudding.
On the way out Mrs. Nobody couldn’t decide what coat to wear. Not an unusual event in itself, she has two or three. But today she wanted a specific coat, a long black number, that I’m pretty sure we sent to coat heaven when we moved.
Mrs. Nobody wasn’t so sure and opened the hall cupboard, an aperture we rarely use, looking for her phantom garment. Needless to say it wasn’t there, having been bundled in a bin-bag and dumped at a recycle centre some 20 months earlier.
What we did find though was a long fluffy grey coat that neither of us remember ever having seen before. It’s clearly a womans’ coat but it’s not Mrs. Nobody’s because it’s far too large. Mrs Nobody is short of stature & bijou of frame. It smells funny too. (The coat, not Mrs. Nobody’s divine form).
Daily Sprogzilla Update:
- Knows what a ‘bin’ is and will put stuff in it if asked to do so.
- Recognises rubbish and will put it in the bin and (here’s the important bit) leaves it there.
- Has realised the there is an ‘up’ to the world as well as things at eye level. Spent some time this morning examining and commenting on the picture in the hall. Pointed out the moon in the evening sky and every bird that flew past while out in his buggy today.
- Knows where the cheese is kept and actively seeks it out.
Mystery coat, mystery coat, where cometh you from? Or somthing.