You missed a bit

“♫ One man and his dog, Spot, went to mow a meadow. ♫”

“What are you singing?”

“♫ One man and his dog, Spot, went to mow a meadow. ♫”

“Why?”

“Seems appropriate.”

“How so?”

“I’m mowing, ennit?”

“Allegedly. Thing is, Dear Heart, you aren’t a man, neither of our dogs is called Spot and, oh yes, neither of our dogs is with you – and what it amuses us to call our back garden is hardly a meadow.”

“Poetic license.”

“The license that would help you most is a driving one, not a poetic one.”

“I have a driving license and you know it!”

“I was speaking ironically. When do you think you’ll be finished?”

“Probably when I’ve done it all.”

“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

“Haven’t you got any work to do?”

“Finished it.”

“Okay. You like to be ironic – there’s loads needs doing.”

“Loads? What of?”

“Ironing.  And when you’ve done that… the red chair by the window…”

“What about it?”

“It needs re-stuffing.”

“I thought that was your project.”

“And I thought keeping the grass down was yours.”

“It was, until you hijacked it so you could play on my ride-on.”

“Your ride-on? Since when was it yours?”

“Since I bought it. For me.”

“This is getting us nowhere.”

“Don’t blame me, I’m not the one writing it.”

“Shall we stop for lunch, then?”

“Good idea. Before we do, though…”

“What?”

“Over there by the electricity pole…”

“What about it?”

“You missed a bit.”

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 300 published on this site.