It would be very wrong to laugh
Nov. 25th, 2013 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhile I was off gallivanting about the country yesterday, m'wife acquired a maplewood rocking chair from a neighbour. It's intended for the clubhouse, but at the moment is sitting in the living-room as things do, like shipping-crates upon a dock waiting to be ferried further.
A more nervous or suggestible man than I might have been deeply disturbed this morning, seeing that chair rock itself with quite some agitation.* Thing is, turtles are like little tanks, seeing no need to go around an obstacle where they may merely go over. In her appointed rounds, Dymphna had discovered one of the rockers in her way, and tried to clamber over it; and had stranded herself athwart the thing, and the more her legs paddled vainly at the floor the more the whole chair rocked above her, and...
Yes. Subject line. Very wrong indeed. The only proper thing to do was rescue her, keeping a very straight face meanwhile. *nods*
*(I am reading Georgette Heyer, to soothe me through my sickness; it may show.)
A more nervous or suggestible man than I might have been deeply disturbed this morning, seeing that chair rock itself with quite some agitation.* Thing is, turtles are like little tanks, seeing no need to go around an obstacle where they may merely go over. In her appointed rounds, Dymphna had discovered one of the rockers in her way, and tried to clamber over it; and had stranded herself athwart the thing, and the more her legs paddled vainly at the floor the more the whole chair rocked above her, and...
Yes. Subject line. Very wrong indeed. The only proper thing to do was rescue her, keeping a very straight face meanwhile. *nods*
*(I am reading Georgette Heyer, to soothe me through my sickness; it may show.)