The gossips of the village, our dear new friends seem to have taken us in as their adopted English grandchildren....
As we walk into the pool today we hear 'pip pip, how ya doin?' This is going to be a funny day. Andy and Michelle, our grannys from New york, were telling us all about their kids
Michelle "well my boys are gorgeous and my eldest just had his first"
Me "Aw Michelle that's lovely congrats! What's your boys names?"
Michelle "haemma and roid"
Andy "yer and mine are called pain and ass"
We quickly learnt they like to be brilliantly rude as Michelle looks over and sees me reading 'fifty shades of grey' and remarks "ooh pip, you're getting lucky tonight" having blinked a few times and sat with my mouth open in shock I crack up, not quite believing I heard that!! The poem about the old lady in purple spitting and running her stick along the rails comes to mind.... They have a right to say and do as they please, good for them and funny for us!
Andy then went on to tell us that in New York, hardware stores were selling twice as much rope after the book came out, herself included in the buying of it. Oh. Dear. Lord. I cannot bring myself to think about this lovely New Yorker tying up her poor husband.... I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack!! I pray she was pulling my leg.....
Moving on from these , umm, how to put it, interesting images, they asked if we knew the queen and if we rode tandem bikes around westminter Abbey eating scones and jam and drinking tea out of China cups... How disgustingly British and all said in an attempted English accent. Palm to face moment.
As we leave the pool that day we get a wave from them as they say "bye cutie and cuter, pip and longstockings! Oh ain't they adorable" watch out Michelle and Andy, you will see us again!!
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