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
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