Day Three in the Big Auntie’s House, and the boss housemate is exhausted. Walks, walks and more walks. Meals, meals and more meals. Hugs, hugs and more hugs. Pleas for just one more game of Uno. It’s all too much and she begs to be ejected. Her fellow housemate, Hubuncle, is torn: stay with the love of his life to protect her from the ravages of sticky fingers on her brand new keyboard, or follow the missus, for that way lies sanity. No contest; he’s already nuts, so Hubuncle throws himself across the plastic still covering the two-year-old monitor screen and succumbs to the inevitable tickling. Poor fellow. He was last heard of hiding in the shoe cupboard, choking back a scream at the 739th knock-knock joke of the morning.
Image of an adult parent brain three days into half term holidays
Fabulous post and funny. I cried, “UNCLE!”
Thank you, Abe; I’m glad you enjoyed it.