Picking Your Words Carefully
At times in our house we are what you might call verbally challenged. I confess to being a little hard of hearing, to the extent that I have a hearing aid. My husband, the long-suffering Mr C, has reading glasses. Neither of us are very good at remembering to put them in/on. Only this week we were talking at breakfast and over the crunching of my Minibix I heard quite clearly "word, word, volleyball, word." (It's always a relief to hear something clearly to give me something to grip onto as I slide into misunderstanding.) "Volleyball?" I say, mid-crunch. "Volleyball?" Mr C replies, with a slight spreading of the syllables to give me enough of a clue that my ears have failed again. "I said Bible ". Oh. Not to be outdone, I point out that his texts to me over the past two weeks have included the phrases "Git BBC", "Prayer for pudge on" and "Donor park here". Oh, indeed. As writers we continually search for the ri...