Oh, Sharon, I regularly miss my mouth with or without parties, and our regular dry cleaner greets us both with so profound a depth of affection that we wonder if they have a yacht they've named after us. It's made me wonder, though, what assumption the fancy dry cleaner would have made had it been Mr. Los Angeles bringing in my party glad rags instead of me bringing his ...
Brilliant comedy here how the misunderstanding cascades from thet initial assumption. The way Martha constructs an entire power dynamic around "the man from the party" having an English assistant while the reality is far more equalitarian is classic dramatic irony. I've been in situations where letting someone's wrong assumption play out feels easier than correcting them, and there's always that weird moment later when the truth has to surface anyway.
It's funny, isn't it, how often we only see half of any situation and assume the other half. No harm done here, happily, except for one royally irritated assistant/wife ...
To be fair Gabrielle, if I attended a star studded party, I'd be missing my mouth on a regular basis.
Oh, Sharon, I regularly miss my mouth with or without parties, and our regular dry cleaner greets us both with so profound a depth of affection that we wonder if they have a yacht they've named after us. It's made me wonder, though, what assumption the fancy dry cleaner would have made had it been Mr. Los Angeles bringing in my party glad rags instead of me bringing his ...
The mention of the yacht made me chuckle :)
This was so wholesome and funny too 🥹
Thank you, Ricardo! I'm glad you liked it!
Gabrielle, indeed you have!
This was hilarious, Gabrielle, I love your style and wit and I was chuckling throughout. Does Mr Los Angeles read your posts?
Loved this!
and haven't we come a long way from Wood Green, Ruth! Glad you liked the story ...
Brilliant comedy here how the misunderstanding cascades from thet initial assumption. The way Martha constructs an entire power dynamic around "the man from the party" having an English assistant while the reality is far more equalitarian is classic dramatic irony. I've been in situations where letting someone's wrong assumption play out feels easier than correcting them, and there's always that weird moment later when the truth has to surface anyway.
It's funny, isn't it, how often we only see half of any situation and assume the other half. No harm done here, happily, except for one royally irritated assistant/wife ...
Gabrielle, this really cheered up my morning. Fabulous.
And Mr. Los Angeles was walking around with a smile for days, Sonia! Glad you liked it ...
Love it!
We aim to amuse, Suzy!
And you succeed!
That's hilarious :)
Glad you found it as amusing as Mr. Los Angeles did, Louise!
The story was very amusing. Such loving language you use with one another! ...and at the party last night, a repeat of the last party?
We're a pair of turtle doves, Karen! Glad you liked the story.
Ah, Daniel, the stories I could tell if he didn't! Thanks for the kind words and the chuckles you give me in your own blog too ...