It takes two


“Aah, look at that. Isn’t it absolutely the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”


“The chateau, silly. What else could I mean?”


“In your dreams, Sunshine.  Maybe twenty years ago. Certainly not now. Look at you.”

“Can’t. No mirror.”

“And look at those gardens.  Look how clean and tidy they look. How come you can’t make ours look like that?”

“Maybe in part because they aren’t that big. Or that level. Oh yes, and maybe because I don’t have a team of fifty people to do the hard work.”

“You don’t need them in a small garden like ours. Just you should be enough. Old Mr Smythe next door has his nice and here’s just one of him. And he’s older than you are.”

“And he has three strapping sons who come around to do the heavy lifting.”

“I’ve never seen that.”

“That’s because you spend most of your days in coffee mornings, WI meetings, church meetings and other do-goodery.”

“What’re you saying?”

“I’m saying you never see his lads helping him because you’re never home.”

“If you’d rather I didn’t get involved in things outside the house—”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m quite happy to do all the housework as well as the gardening while you’re out gadding about. Besides I like my own company.”

“More than mine?”

“Your words, Dearest, not mine. Anyway, have you seen the size of that place?”

“Ooh, yes. It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“Wouldn’t do for me. I’d end up having to do all the cleaning and dusting in that bloody great place whilst you’re out having a good time.”

“Excuse me. What I do is my civic duty. I’d hardly call it having a good time.”

“Of course, Dear.”

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 238 published on this site.

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