S has taken to doing occasional performances for money. You know, playing a recorder and earning 10p, that sort of thing. Today she insisted we all take turns performing in the garden (us and some friends who thankfully have not excluded me from their lives, despite my tendency to Get a Little Bit Ca-ra-zay).
My performance started as a simple song and dance, and somehow morphed into something like…
Put the money in the pot.
Put the money in the pot.
Put the money in the pot if you like what I got.
That’s when I realised a topless elderly neighbour was watching with mouth open.
My friend said, ‘Your neighbours must love you.’
Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. All I know is he didn’t throw money over the fences at me, which was a mild disappointment.
Curious Adventures 