I almost didn’t make it this week. I wrote a piece about a couple of librarians who start a band, but every time one of them opens their mouth to sing, the other tells them to be quiet. It didn’t work, was way too long, and offended my ex-librarian husband, so I dumped it and did this one instead. Hope you like it :)
I Love It When You Do That Thing
Bernie was strumming away on his mandolin-lute thingy.
‘When I play my mandolin-lute thingy,’ he said. ‘It’s like all my troubles just melt away, know what I mean?’
Luke nodded, plucking at the strings of his guitar. ‘Totally. When I play, it’s like I’m transported to foreign lands, with sandy beaches and a warm Mediterranean breeze.’
The barmaid leant over the table. ‘Boys,’ she said, in a sultry voice. ‘When you play, it’s like all my dreams come true.’
‘Sure, because everyone else leaves double-quick and I get to go home early. Now drink up and bugger off.’
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