Yesterday’s Music Today
We were watching a news bulletin when there was word of a study that claimed to show that mothers play a greater role in the naming of a baby.
This led Tiki to inquire of me if I was, indeed, aware of whether it had been my mother who had done so.
“I can’t recall. I was a bit young at the time. But I was told that ‘Ian’ was Scottish for ‘John’.”
“Perhaps your mother thought you looked a bit like an American toilet!” She retorted.
We came upon an elderly couple as they were also on their daily walk. The gentleman was wheeling their black poodle as it sat in a pram, the only problem being that he had forgotten to disengage the pram’s brake.
As he did so, I could not help but mention of how, in the previous week, I had failed in my attempt to start our lawnmower and of how it wasn’t until I had gone upstairs to report this fact to Tiki, that she inquired of me if I had, in fact, engaged its choke.
“I was very nearly choked, there and then!”, I joked.
Tiki had espied a pair of mugs in the front window of a shop, we were passing. The mug on the left possessed the wording ‘Mr Right’ while the second displayed that of ‘Mrs Always Right’.
As Tiki was consumed with laughter, my mind wondered why “my” mug was absent from the display, for it would have conveyed the perceived self-belief, ‘Mr Seldom Right!’.