I’m about to shower, dress and go out to do some shopping at the supermarket. Yes, I will be clean, tidy, made-up with hair shampooed and carefully in place. No more surprise visits to the outside world for me today! I can’t keep scaring the natives like that! I should buy some masking tape when I’m at the supermarket! Me and my big mouth…yesterday, in a moment of weakness, I invited a couple of friends to dinner on Saturday night for St. Patrick’s Day! I need the masking tape to tape up my mouth! It seemed like a great idea at the time, but that ‘time’ swiftly passed and now I’ve been polishing glasses, planning a menu, washing a dark green tablecloth, dusting and generally, grumbling at my loose lips!
Writing of St. Patrick Day reminds me of
Green food colouring adorned the bar, not only were we serving green beer, but green scotch and wine. Well, it was different, I must admit!
Green prawns cooked in a verde sauce! You name it…nothing escaped the bottles of green food colouring!
Next morning, Bronnie tentatively approached me in my office.
“Lee,” she stammered. “I think we have a problem. I think the island water supply might be contaminated! What are we going to tell the guests?”
“Well…umm,” hesitantly she began, shifting from foot to foot. “Umm…well…when I went to the toilet this morning…I…I…ahh…it was black!” She finally blurted out.
I laughed my head off.
“Bronnie…there is no island disease! It’s from all the green food colouring!” I couldn’t stop laughing.
Poor guests! I wonder by which despicable, deadly disease they thought they were afflicted!
I never did ask!