@McTag,
Well Mac--how about entertaining us with a selection from the drollest parts. I am given to understand that it is those that make long-lasting and tolerably happy marriages. Real comedy is about nothing else. And it isn't satire because the aim of satire is to force a change by mockery, a foppish affectation, and that comedy does not seek to change anything because the subject has been given up as intractable and incomprehensible.
All the sudden and exciting effulgencies of joy and romantic, rhapsodic resplendencies are like firewoiks. Just because you hear of one every day doesn't mean they have much to do with real life. When Audrey looked at herself in the mirror while she was waiting for the gigolo to arrive gave a glimpse of real life. As did Havers through the frosted decorated glass in the front door after he had rung the bell. Acting gems. She got the panics and pleaded a migraine and Havers said it was normal for first night nerves, knowingly.
Tell us about when you knocked a nail in a water pipe when you were fixing the floorboards to remove the unsightly ridge in the bedroom carpet. They could use that in Corrie. It would be a neat way of starting another chain of events which will lead we know not where by some route to be decided upon at the next conference which is tomorrow at the same time and in the meantime don't do anything I wouldn't do.
