Afternoon all, hope all is well, and if not, sending every good wish.
I am considering changing Mr P's name to "Mutley".
Does anyone remember watching the cartoon series (with or without their children) called Wacky Races?
One of the principal characters was Dick Dastardly, with his dog, Mutley. Often, when they got into a scrape, Dick would cry "Mutley, do something!"
Well, a few minutes ago I was attempting to put a recipe book back on the shelf in the kitchen. I am not very tall. I was sort of reaching over Mutley Mr P, who was sitting at the table.
The edge of my shirt caught the rim of his (full) wine glass, which promptly toppled over, spilling it's contents all over the kitchen table, which at the time was home to my Kindle, a half finished Daily Telegraph general knowledge crossword, and Digby who I know shouldn't have been on the table.
So, what did Mr P do?
He stood up.
That's it, he didn't reach for a tea towel or some kitchen roll, he didn't grab the Kindle, he didn't even attempt to catch the glass! He just bloody stood up!
Even Digbys reaction was a bit more noteworthy, ok he didn't dash across the kitchen to get a tea towel, but he did at least dash across the kitchen.
So, I set to with a cloth, mopped up, then went to hand a sponge to himself to wipe down the table to make sure it wasn't left all sticky, only to find that his main concern was replenishing his glass.
To add insult to injury, he didn't top mine up!
Another welcoming into Soop's kitchen for those who care to share...