Yep, you'd better believe it. When one of my children was at school she had some little friends. She loved the child of Mrs Ball, got on really well with Mr Dicks' daughter and Miss Cox's niece. In the playground one day watching her having fun with her playmates, it suddenly struck me that the register would be in alphabetical order by surname. I remembered having a little chuckle about the endless source of amusement it would provide for the class teachers!
So what brought that little memory to mind? Motorway driving is something that my husband, His Nibs, does really well. Recently on our way to Wales (the place with valleys and amazing beaches both at the same time) I noticed that he was less than patient with other drivers. He would loudly exclaim after every display of their more thoughtless skills and eventually, despite knowing a few choice cuss words myself - I felt obliged mention my distaste at this, even though I had never heard him do so before.
'Will you stop it' I said 'There's no need for it and it's getting on my nerves'.
His Nibs apologised and for a while, all was well. In due course a driver cut us up.
'What a *@*#' he expostulated. (That's the first time I've ever used that word. No not *@*#, I mean expostulated. Is it a real word?)
'No' I said 'He isn't. 'You are, and when I get my next dog, or two or three, I'm going to call them by those names so that you have every excuse to shout those names any time you want.'.
'What d'you mean, what names?'
'The ones you keep calling - foot or rugby, male chicken, and short for Richard'.
His Nibs is a good natured chap and he laughed, then said
'and if you get four dogs, what are you going to call the fourth?'
'Door handle.'
I'm still here, so you can tell that the deep waters didn't quite engulf me following the previous post. I'm about knee deep at the moment and girding my loins for the next bit. Or rather more coast of England style, tucking my skirt into my knicker legs!
No one whose hope is in Him will ever be put to shame.
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