Tony bears a passing resemblance to the friendly fawn that Lucy meets when she first enters the kingdom of Narnia.
He brought me a cup of tea this morning and I thanked him:
"Thank you Mr Tumnus!"
He shuffled off, gruntingly.
"Mmpf...Mr Numbnuts more like.."
It's been said that my housemate could be a one man sit-com. I've forgotten hundreds of Tony moments so, mostly for my own record, I'm going to post them here, but they're good for sharing. It might seem a bit unfair, and maybe it is, but I want it to be known: I like the guy, he's welcome and comfortable in my house; but he's so odd, with an enchanting and aggravatingly childlike naivety. He's like my teenage son. My teenage, 10 years my senior, son.
Friday, 10 February 2017
The lion, the witch and the weirdo.
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