I know one isn't supposed to laugh at one's own jokes.
Jimmy hates uplighters with a vengeance. You know, lightshades that are visible from below and hide the ugliness of the naked light bulb. My task yesterday evening was to clean the one from the front room. (The whole light fitting will be replaced a in a couple of weeks). In wiping it with a damp cloth I managed to bring the paper away from the metal. "Bin," we agreed.
Later, we decided to have champagne with dinner. I set him the challenge of opening the bottle. We were in the back room. He reckons it's due for redecoration later in the year. Sardonically, he said, "I had better be careful where I aim this. After all, we don't want the cork hitting the lampshade and breaking it."
"No," I agreed. "That would be like premature ejaculation."
