“How time flies by!” ponders Don Bain of Port Macquarie. “Nigh on a year to the day since last reported, a mama plover has taken up position on a clutch of eggs, not far from our front door, while papa swoops with spur-winged aggression on startled passers-by. So it’s the backdoor trots again, for me and mine, until the chicks are (hopefully) safely fledged and happily grazing for grubs.”
“Andrew Cohen’s mention of Bob Dylan’s song (C8) reminded me of when I had to ring the vet many years ago to have our dear ancient dog euthanised,” writes Robyn Yavor of North Ryde. “When put on hold, the music playing was, yes ... Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door. I was an incoherent mess when the staff got back to me.” They should’ve vetted that playlist.
In claiming that Lucia was six at the time, Andrew, of Glebe says “the Cohens, en masse point out that Lucia, now a solicitor, was barely four when she uttered the newly immortalised words ‘Who’s Kevin?’. Please publish this mea culpa or my next message might be from Coventry, or worse, such as from Heaven’s Door.” Sure, mate. I mean, every six-year-old is totally across the works of Dylan.
Another misheard lyric that resonates with Granny comes from Peter Cole of Narrabeen and relates to the soundtrack to Grease: “Danny singing ‘I got chills – they’re multiplying’ misheard as ‘I’ve got shoes – they’re made of plywood’.”
Worse than trying to pay with an Opal card (C8), is this experience of Meri Will of Northmead: “When asked for photo ID recently, instead of my driver’s licence, I mistakenly took my credit card out of my wallet. The deadpan retort: We don’t accept bribes here.”
“Your correspondent in Greece asked if 46 ads of 15 to 30 seconds each was a record (C8),” notes Gerd Hollander of Warriewood. “My wife and I are in Norway and were watching an episode of Lewis on local TV. I didn’t count the number of ads, but the elapsed time on a typical break was nine minutes. We didn’t mind too much because it was fun trying to work out what some of them were selling.”
According to Brian Peck of Chatswood, some voters got the result they were looking for after all: “On referendum day, Artarmon Public School offered democracy dumplings, a welcome dose of culinary diversity!”
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