Tuesday, May 15, 2018

I'm always late ... well nearly almost

I an attending a funeral at 1.30 today. I'm giving Lily a lift so I have to go into town first to pick her up. I don't want to be late so I planned to set off an hour before the funeral, which would work out at about 12.30. For most people that is.

I showered, dressed and said goodbye to Husband.
'You're a bit early, aren't you?'
'No, I'm picking up Lily, don't forget.'
'What time is the funeral?'
'1.30.'
I looked at my watch. I had a think. 
'My watch says 11.36. So that means ... I'm an hour too early! Is that right?'
Husband nodded.
'Oh fiddle!'

4 comments:

Trubes said...

Is that know as Liz's time ?
very funny though !
love,
Di. xxx

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Well, you needed to have an extra couple of hankies in your bag plus three rolls of peppermints, a map, your Phone, photos of grandchildren, and your latest cake recipe.

Jane said...

lol

Liz Hinds said...

No, my time is always late, Diane.

True, sonata, and I had plenty of time to remember more things I needed.