…is working on renovations in the neighbour’s carport. He might as well be working in our living room given the way the sound carries in this place – you can hear every single topic of conversation (and the odd expletive) that comes to hand!
Every now and then I feel like answering him, but my politeness holds out and I never do. Not so my oldest son – the lad knows no shame:
Tradie: (On mobile phone) “Hey – sleepyhead – what’re you doing now?”
Alpha (my son): (At the top of his voice) “I’m doing a wee on the grass…”
Alpha: “Hello! Hello… man – hello man – I’m doing a wee….”
Tradie: (Into phone) “Ummm – ahh…”
The whole exchange lasted mere seconds and I was beside myself, in our kitchen – laughing! Said tradie finished his mobile call quick as – and beat a hasty retreat out of there. Don’t know why he didn’t just say “Good Boy – have one for me will ya!”
Belongum – Out!