We'd been discussing something when Gerry suddenly said, 'My father and grandfather are dead.'
Jock - with whom Gerry has an uneasy relationship - said, 'What are you going on about? We're talking about something different.'
'I'm not here to talk about other people's business,' Gerry said. 'I'm here to talk about ... me.'
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Gerry cannot remember my name. He knows everyone else's name but I'm just lasagne lady.
2 comments:
lasagne lady... file that one away might write a song called that I like it.
At least Gerry keeps turning up... I wish him well
Oooh, yes, do write a song, furtheron! I should love to have provided the title!
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