Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

I popped out to the local shops yesterday morning to post my nephew’s birthday card. On the way back I saw a Dairy Quest milk float. My mind wasn’t working properly because I read the sign on the front as Hairy Chest.

I’m not sure what that sort of milkman would be selling. Not milk, that’s for certain.

Labels: Hairy chest, Milkman, Misread

I went shopping for a birthday present for my great-niece at lunchtime. All would have gone better had my sister not misread which of the Little Miss books that Syd wanted.

One was Little Miss Lucky and the Naughty Pixies, although Jean, struggling to read the very small writing, read it as Little Miss Lucky and the Naughty Pricks. So when I eventually found the book I started giggling like a loon in the middle of the children’s books section of Smiths and then also along a significant part of Oxford Street.

Trying not to laugh makes me look like I am smiling drunkenly at all and sundry.

Oh, and Syd now has a little sister! Amelie Mae arrived in the early hours of this morning.

I’m a Great Uncle eight times over now. Do I get a prize?

Labels: Family, Giggling, Little Miss, Misread

I misread a note I left to myself to remember to take my gym kit to work and thought I had written "gym kilt".

That got me thinking about all the other men in the gym wearing kilts. An interesting thought...

Labels: Misread