Wednesday, June 28, 2006

domestic scenes... (1)

"Mommy, mommy, the ceiling is sweating."
And indeed it was.
Drops of moisture had globulised on the cheap paint. Jelly bubble-wrap, quivering gravid, threatening to drop its load as soon as we called bed-time.
"Marky! Where's that bloody landlady's number? It's been three weeks since she promised to do something about the damp in here. We're not goldfish."

1 comment:

Muhammad said...

and fix that bloody toilet plumbing too.

We're not goldfish... haha.
M.