Sahara had been quizzing me the other night at the dinner table.
"Who is older. Nikki or Marco?"
"Um... Nikki."
"Yes! Very good. Now you go."
"OK, um.. which is closer; France or Turkey?"
"Umm. France"
"Yeah"
"OK another one"
"Um. Which is heavier; a kilogram of nails or a kilogram of feathers?"
"I think... um... I'd kill grandma"
"Sahara! That's not what I asked. I said which is heavier; a kilogram of nails or a kilogram of feathers."
"Oh. I'd kill her with nails?"
Grandma wasn't really paying attention to us. Maybe luckily.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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Maybe granma was just toooooooooo traumatised to reply.
Maybe grandma was busy face booking hrmmmm
I was not! I think I was processing all the photographs taken in Rome or Istanbul.
Working, I was trying to work in this beautiful crazy house we live in where people talk of nails feathers and grandmas ...
So which was heavier?
Don't worry, Di. When I arrive, I'll pull the nails out of your head.
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