Just Scrap
I do wonder when you will consign me to the scrap yard.
At our first meeting. We argued over who was in the right. I was of course: but as is usual you never give in. Even after I offered coffee. So I added dog biscuits into the mix… How was I to know.
Five years on and even though I snore and my coffee making skill is poor, the dog biscuits still work a treat. How was I to know that you love dogs, and how grim your accommodation was.
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The dog biscuits are a lovely touch
Even if they tasted grim. Thank you Neil
How could he know?
He should have been alert to the multitude of dog hairs on her, then again perhaps he was. 🙂
Dog biscuits sounds nice – as an occasional treat.
That depends on the quality. My dog liked digestive and rich tea. 🙂
Nice reminicence. The coffee looks great too.
The coffee was top notch,
Dear Michael,
A sweet reminiscence. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I appreciate this feedback, thank you Rochelle
Great take. I like the dog biscuits thrown in.
I am glad you enjoyed my offering. The dog biscuits did work a treat.
Sounds like a happy man, nice memories.
Michael You have nailed it in one.
I have to wonder how right he was in that first argument – he certainly doesn’t seem to have given in after 5 years.
You are quite right to wonder. After fifty years he will still consider that he was right. But his partner knows better
I think he underestimates himself. Lovely story, Michael.
I am so glad you enjoyed it.
An endearing reminiscence. Nicely done.
Thank you Patience
Dog biscuits, eh? Well, I hear they’re high in fiber … 😉
Thank you Na’ama,