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.
Wednesday, 4 September 2019
Colour me confused
Tony walked into the kitchen and observed me on a step ladder, very obviously painting the ceiling.
"Oi kin smell paint!", he said, with a baffled look.
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