Sommerauer71 wrote:I too have a friend, a long way away... He writes me, I write to him, I have never met him.
One day, when I was feeling sad, he advised me, too, to go and jump in the puddles, he also advised me to have ice cream, it helps a child when they are hurting....
Today, is my ice cream day, I have attacked my way, through that ice, with a mallet, my landlady is here, she came to find what the noise was all about, there i am, with a broken fingernail, surrounded by water on the floor, and she said to me, 'Sommer, what are you doing?'
I looked at her, I was a vision, my hair, which is long has not been brushed, I have on my cleaning attire, I stood there with my mallet, 'Looking for the bloody ice cream'
She laughed and laughed, then she hugged me, and said 'You look wonderful'
Thank you to my friend across the pond, he knows who he is.....
Now, I may need an ambulance, I have a broken fingernail.....
Ohhhh, Ok & I'm the nutter.
*paaahahahahaaa... snort... hahahahahaaaa!