Chopped Liver – The Letter

Continuation of the parcel story – from yesterday’s post (as in Post, as in Blog Post, Not Post as in Mail Post).

Eh, it’s still in the hall.

Y’know, I don’t think we’ve started on the right note with the new neighbours. B says the wrong things and I do the wrong things. In my defence, I have twice rung their bell with parcel in hand ready to Pass The P… Letter but they weren’t in.

I say they weren’t in. What I should have said was “they didn’t answer”. They may well have heard the bell ring, looked through their CCTV camera and said “SSShhhhhhh…… it’s the mad ones from next door – don’t make a sound…. they’ll be gone in a minute.” “Yes hun, but they’ll only be back later”. “Yeah, too true, but hey we’ll cross that particular bridge when we come to it – I tell ya what hun… let’s just stay locked up here for the time being. We’ll be safe if we stay together, hun.”

And still… the parcel… lies… motionless… in the hall. The company logo sticker is starting to flash, I swear it is.

This raises the bigger issue. What if, the call comes. Tonight. David? It’s time for your Liver Transplant! Da Da Da!!!!!!!!!!!

Who’s going to take the parcel next door then?

It’ll have to be B.


WEEDY? WEEDY? WHERE ARE YOU WEEDY? WAKE UP!!!!!!! Here, take this….

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

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2 Comments on “Chopped Liver – The Letter”

  1. Ken Says:

    Have you considered that your new neighbours might be holed up behind their locked door … reading this?

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