Conversation from Saturday night, which was the last night I spent at my parents' house:

Mum: Good grief, this heat is ridiculous. I'm going to go and stand in the utility room. [Explanatory note: my parents' utility room has a concrete floor with nothing over it but lino. That's lino, not vinyl. It's cold underfoot.]

Sarah: Good plan - I'll join you.

[Dad follows.]

Mum: This floor's warm!

Sarah: I know! It's no good at all, is it?

[Both of us look at Dad.]

Sarah: Dad, why don't you take your socks off?

Dad: Because I might get cold feet.

At this point Mum and I just about collapsed laughing...



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That which does not kill us makes us stranger.
(Llewelyn the dragon, Ozy and Millie)

Sarah