Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 37

Lollipop man!!

There is a lollipop man near our road! A real, live lollipop man who walks out and stops the traffic. Except, he is not like a UK lollipop man, who may have been offered the job as part of his reintroduction into society or who has a special, welcoming smile for all who obey his lollipop.

This lollipop man has POLICE written on his luminous vest, so I definitely stop the car as he glares at me with his stop sign firmly in hand, which he plants with all the police authority he can muster, and allows one paltry kid to meander in his over-sized sneakers (that’s trainers to you and me) across the road.

American lollipop men are scary.

Beds of all shapes and sizes

Beds are a whole different ball game, or bed game, if you will, not that that really makes sense or has any kind of pun or wit about it, but I wanted to write it anyway.

Anyhow, beds here are made up of the following sizes: twin (that’s a single as we commonly know it); queen (slightly bigger than a double); and king (massive, for very big or very rich people).

None of my sheets, I was told, would fit these beds, so we have new ones. However, I cannot get my head round how to fit the bloody things, so I am really pretty much waiting for my mother to come out in November and sort it all out for me πŸ™‚

The twin beds have slippy mattresses and the single sheets fit on the top bit, but not the bottom bit, but I’m not even sure if they are supposed to. The queen bed sheets are all different sizes and come with under sheets and all sorts of gubbins too. It really is a headache, dear reader, and one that I felt justified a ranty-blog.

School of silence

Is it just my four-year old, or do none of them do anything worth relating to their parents about school? Does he not know the names of any of his friends and is he unable to recall a single event that happened in the past six hours?

“Please don’t ask me, mummy, it makes me very tired.”

A great response, should my husband ever question what I have done with my day….. πŸ™‚

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2 Responses to Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 37

  1. Harry has wisdom beyond his years! Wish I’d had that response decades ago. It’s a classic!

  2. Meghan says:

    I know this is super old but for others reading this I wanted to point out that many schools hire police officers for cross walk guards, it’s a nice bonus side pay for the officers and it certainly gets folks to slow down when they see an officer. Schools also use regular people and sometimes such as around here they use both regular people and cops. πŸ˜‰

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