No,no…you misheard me…I asked if you could carry me, not marry me…???. You‘re not too upset are you…damn. Must be my Scottish accent. Always gets me into trouble.
Yes I know, but I think we can all (well most of us) at least agree it’s an almost excruciatingly funny squirm.
Decades ago, when Mrs V and I bought our first house, I got very excited.
In the loft among a pile of junk I found what I thought might be a Stradivarius and a Picasso.
Several anxious days went by as we sought to get them valued.
It turned out to be two genuine items and our hopes were high.
Hopes were dashed when we discovered that Stradivarius was a really crap painter and Picasso couldn't make violins for toffee.