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Monday, 7 January 2013

'WTF Are You Doing Sarah'

SD has this way of looking at me sometimes - it's almost like he's thinking 'WTF are you doing Sarah'.

In fact, SOMETIMES he actually says, 'WTF are you DOING Sarah???'

This afternoon I was minding my own business when became aware of SD watching me with THAT look on his face.

So I gave him that eyebrows raised, mouth open, shoulder shrugging kinda look back as though to say, 'isn't it obvious WTF I'm doing???' -  but STILL he said it.

So I ignored him.

There was a brief pause and then he said:

Sarah are you ... are you ...  measuring your arse???

And yes, for the record, I WAS measuring my arse and I'm pretty sure that not one of you would have felt the need to ask that question had you seen me with a tape measure stretched across my backside because, like I said, it was bleedin' obvious wasn't it?  Asking me why, well now that might just have been the more sensible question don't you think? *

Ok, sometime (just SOMETIMES mind) SD is possibly perfectly justified in giving me THAT look.

For instance:

Some time between Christmas and New Year (and I have soooo many stories to tell about that! ;) SD and I put up a new fence at the farm.

Before we could put up the new fence we had to take down the old one.  This involved removing the old uprights that were buried quite deep.

SD drove the van into the field, tied a rope to the old upright and handed the other end to me.  He got back into the van saying 'sort that out and tell me when somethings happening'.

Got to admit, I wasn't really sure what was supposed to happen next but I nodded encouragingly.

Slowly, slowly he pulled away.  'Anything?' he shouted - 'Not yet I replied' still wondering what the hell I was supposed to be looking for.

He inched forward a little more - 'Anything yet?' he shouted. 'Nothing' I replied looking around completely mystified.

Another couple of inches - 'Anything yet?' he shouted sounding a little impatient. 'Ummm, no, not really ....'

SD stuck his head out of the window, looked at me and that expression of total incredulity stole across his face.

Without a word he jumped out of the van, walked across to me, took the loose end of the rope that I'd been twirling in my hand and hooked it around the vans tow hitch ....

Oh ....

*and SD SHOULD have known the answer to that anyway!