Fidler in the ‘Hood: ‘There’s a kind of hush all over the world tonight’
In this house at least, we have reverted back to something like normality.
Cheers everyone. Perhaps a case of ‘good cheer’ compared to the doom and gloom, stress and strain we have had to put up with this year. Prediction: 2021 will be better, I promise. You read it here first.
On with the show.
Luck of the Irish
It’s been a funny old week. Strangely, our under-threat ‘Home Sweet Home’ has become a place of tranquility once more.
No more political differences of opinion, the CO has laid off trying to hammer home her viewpoints on all things political and there’s a kind of hush all over the world tonight, you can hear the sound of lovers in love. Something like that.
Maybe it’s the luck of the Irish, but the US presidential election has at last come and gone.
In this house at least, we have reverted back to something like normality.
Funny, how a little thing like an election in a far-off country can affect us down here in the Sleepy Hollow.
I mean, how can a US president fix the potholes mushrooming at an alarming rate here in Uvongo?
Will the new guy who lives in the White House, Washington DC, be willing or able to sort out once and for all Ugu Municipality’s failings?
Of course not, but we all get our knickers in a knot; opinions are polarised, and it’s touch and go whether or not there’s going to be a hot meal on the table!
The winner takes all
Writing this column over the past five-plus years I studiously avoid politics, the economy and the all-encompassing trials and tribulations we have to put up with.
We live in a lovely place, the people are friendly and the sun shines everyday (well, almost!).
But sometimes you cannot escape politics, local or internationally, and relationships can be tested to the limits.
Besides the CO and myself being poles apart when it comes to political viewpoints, good friend Bruno Gentili (no clues on Bruno’s nationality) wagered me that Donald would not be re-elected.
I thought he was talking about Donald Duck. The stakes being that the loser would cook and host a meal.
It was a no-brainer as I would be getting a free meal ticket either way.
I had to break it gently to the CO that she would be preparing a lovely lunch for our Italian-German friends, including his wife, Brigitta.
As Bruno is a specialist when it comes to Italian cuisine, we knew we would not be able to compete.
I don’t think boerewors and prego rolls would go down well either.
Maybe we could get away with a take-away pizza doing the trick, but that would be the final straw, I’m sure.
Bienvenido, Bruno and Brigitta, welcome to our place: ‘Mi Casa es Tu Casa!’ I haven’t the foggiest what it means, but it sounds wordly!
A plea for help
A couple of weeks back, I pronounced that I was finished watching football in general and Manchester City in particular.
However, editor David Rush – a Reds fan of longstanding – not able to catch all of the big game between City and Liverpool due to his dish being ‘fritzed’ by a storm (or something like that) pleaded with me to watch as, it seemed, he was very confident of victory.
“Okay, David, I’ll watch, but only this once, okay?”
I watched the match, which ended in a lousy draw, leaving no one satisfied. Least of all Kevin de Bruyne, who will most likely never miss a penalty as badly as the one he did last Sunday.
See you, Rob.
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