Rabbits…and The Gas Man

Posted by Jules on January 21st, 2010

This morning I received another email from my sister and this is where things start to get worrying.  Yesterday she had to call The Gas Man out in an emergency and as she was already at work she had to direct him to the house.  She told him to look for the spare set of  keys under the rabbits.  Ten minutes later she receives an exacerbated phone call from The Gas Man who can’t find the hutch and must be at the wrong house. 

“Is it the house with the blue car outside?”

“No.  I don’t know anyone with a blue car,” she says emphatically.

She redirects him and then the penny drops. 

“The rabbits are made of stone,” she says coldly stopping herself from inferring “bleeding obvious” as, of course,  it isn’t to him.

Back goes The Gas Man to look for Peter Rabbit and Benjy Bunny by the back door.

“Whose blue car is that then in your drive?” enquires The Friendly Gas Man.

 ”No idea.  It is quite worrying,” says Sally thinking she will have to go home to check in her lunch hour.

Later that morning  Sally gets a phone call from her partner, Mike.

“Can you pick me up tonight?  I left my car at home this morning.” 

That would be the blue one he has owned for the past four years, parked in the drive.

I’m seriously worried about the origins of my gene pool.

My British Family 3 Comments

Martin said,

January 21, 2010 @ 8:27 pm

Ignoring the inevitable question which goes like “If there was a car on the drive, why didn’t the gas man ring the door bell” … which would therefore also cast doubts on the gene pool efficacy of the gas man

Panic ye not, these events are mild. To truly be enlightened have a look at : http://www.darwinawards.com/
“Honoring those who improve the species…by accidentally removing themselves from it” (US site – hence the spellings)

Hope you’re still enjoying the nice cold weather.

jules said,

January 22, 2010 @ 7:15 am

I love this site Martin! I never actually believed the story of the priest and the balloons…only in Italy. He must have been one hell of an unpopular priest.
All blue skies and sun glinting on snow which is deep and crisp and er, even – about to leave for a weekend in the mountains. Have fun sweating on the beach.

Sally Philpot said,

January 22, 2010 @ 11:57 am

The Country Bunkin continues her story…Last night she had a date with her ex husband at their son’s school to apply for his entry into the sixth form. After 45 minutes of teacher speech, they were ushered from the great hall into the corridors where they were herded like sheep around classrooms with the encouragement of dropping into workshops.The son drew his parents to one side and said
‘I know which A levels I wish to take and they are Maths, Science and Economics’ to which his mother replied I understand your wish for Maths and Science but why Econonmics? he turned, looked his mother directly in the face and said ‘because Mum I want to follow in your footsteps’.
NEVER has a Mother been as proud as I was at that moment.
10 hard years, coped with only by the help of her wonderful Mother, her wonderful Sister and Mr Jules were completely forgotten.

As Mother and Son left the school for their journey home, silent tears of joy cascaded down her face.

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