Saturday, May 16, 2009

a word in your ear


dear readers, here you have an action shot. it is not immediately obvious what the action is but believe me, a lot of action was involved. yesterday, herself was just putting away the hoover, after cleaning up the chaos caused by her re-covering my chair and mending our dogbed again, when the phone rang. it was himself.

"i'm in the pub," he said, "do you want to come and join us?" it appeared that himself and mr snake-charmer had been so exhausted after running after-school football club at the school where they work that they could not quite make it home and had to seek refuge in the local hostelry. with them was the young snake-charmer, still in her school uniform. herself and my boy did not need asking twice. herself had quite a thirst after all her exertions with the dogbed and my boy is great friends with mr snake-charmer, who laughs at his often rather opaque jokes.

the pub in question is one which allows dogs, but young dave is under-age so we agreed to stay home and try out the new furnishings. however, as always, the peeps filled us in when they returned. no sooner had herself and my boys been furnished with drinks than my boy started causing strife.

"i'm going to count how many words there are on this beer mat," he announced. the beer mat in question had quite a lot of words as it was telling people not to drink and drive. why anyone would think it was a good idea to get behind the wheel of a car after ingesting a substance that makes the room go round is beyond me, but i digress. within minutes everyone round the table (with the exception of herself, who cannot count, so photographed it instead) was arguing about how many words there were on the beer mats. mr snake-charmer is my boy's smiths teacher so he has a certain authority in the field of numbers. but it soon transpired that my boy was playing a prank.

"my devillish plan worked!" he said, triumphantly. you have to admire him. within 30 seconds he had everyone round the table counting the words on the beermats. and this was before drink had been taken.

herself, fearing all-out war, changed the subject by telling the snake-charmers about paneity. this did nothing to calm things down. mr snake-charmer felt that if someone were to find themselves turned into a loaf of bread, the last thing they would be doing would be contemplating the nature of breadness. herself tried to explain that it was a philosophical concept but was drowned out by the assembled crew discussing what they would do if they were suddenly enbreaded. views ranged from accepting the situation with good grace, and embracing one's fate, to finding someone to eat you and put you out of your misery. mr snake-charmer, in spite of his initial scepticism, could not resist contemplating different categories of breadness, and even did a rather wonderful impression of a miserable sweaty white loaf in a plastic bag on the shelf of a happy shopper store.

seeing that discussing breadness was not helping, herself changed the subject again by hooking out her notebook, where she had fortuitously asked the young pirate to write down some other wonderful words.

"how about sesquipedilian?" she asked. it transpires that this is a long word meaning long word. at least i think that is what it means. my lurcher brain was not really designed for abstract thought. my boy seemed to think it meant foot-and-a-half-long.

"or petrichor?" piped up herself. this word i like. it means the smell of the earth after rain. i like this smell. it usually means a walk is in the offing.

alas, a walk was not in the offing when the peeps returned. the rain was so torrential that even young dave and i did not fancy venturing out in it. but today i am looking forward to sniffing a bit of petrichor...

8 comments:

Anonymous me said...

Joker I reckon your boy might be interested to know that hippopotomonstrosesquippediliophobia is a fear of long words ... whilst also being a pretty long word in itself ... might come in handy! xxJ

starrlife said...

Wow, I learn a lot from these posts! Petrichor, I like that too but am rarely close enough to the ground to enjoy it fully! Now paneity I can dig too but not too much or I would gain too much weight.

Cheryl said...

This was the most interesting post I read all morning. Paneity is underrated!
Glad you all had a night out! Love the photo, it fits.
XXXXXX

Rikkij said...

hmmm.someday gonna don my miners helmet and shovel and go into that mind of yours and see what makes it tick. I'm imagining beautiful lights, deep canyons and high peaks. I wanna go into whatever pub you find acceptable. ~rick

Woman in a Window said...

Really? There's a freaken word for the smell after rain? Oh frig, I am suddenly lost to love. Thank you for educating me.

As to the bread. I'm so going to fall into that for quite a while.

(Ha, my word verification is bobiess...which is awfully close to boobies and deliriously funny!)

uphilldowndale said...

Glad I don't have to play Scrabble with you lot; but being dyslexic I've made wriggling out such social terrors into something of an art.
I'm going to squirrel away the petrichor word for a rainy day.

She said...

Wow!

Fascinating stuff! I learn a lot and get to laugh when I come here. AWESOME!

Thanks, Joker, you really do ROCK!

Vetnurse said...

I am going to try the counting thing when l can see how it turns out :-))