I Lied

I don't like lying, I mean I don't mind little porkies which are told for the greater good and to help keep the wheels of daily life running smoothly, but I don't like big lies that cover up something bad or can hurt someone. I'm not very good at them anyway as you'll see, not that my lie was a big bad one, just a silly one.

It was all over this little item below, which many of you will have seen before and many, I know, will be acquainted with... intimately.

It's the rose paddle from Leatherthorn, we've had it ages and it had been in use (vigorously I might add) on Saturday afternoon. I didn't put it back upstairs because our son was away for a couple of days and P had said he'd have no qualms about using it again later if I didn't get a certain thing done and the prospect of another warming the same day thrilled terrified me.

So what happened to cause me to lie, cleverly I thought but on reflection not so, was that a neighbour from across the road came over later to collect our breadmaker which I'd told her she could borrow and use before deciding to buy one. I went into the kitchen, unplugged it and when I carried it into the lounge she was standing there holding the rosewood, in fact she was tapping it against the palm of her hand as if appreciating its weight. 

"This is nice, what's it for?" She asked me. God, I nearly dropped the breadmaker on the floor as I pretended to struggle with its trailing lead to give me time to think and take her attention away from my red face.

"Oh that, yes, I don't know...we were wondering ourselves....our son brought it home the other day, he said he found it in a hotel he stayed in.

"Hmm, really?" Her eyebrows rose and she smirked. "I expected there to be a mirror on the other side."

"Yes, I thought so too, perhaps it was a reject, maybe a leather goods salesman had stayed at the hotel, I might ask P if he could fit a small mirror to it"

Lies lies lies, and don't they say one lie leads to another.

"Well, if you decide you don't want it, don't throw it in the bin, let me have it. Thanks for the breadmaker, bring it back tomorrow." And off she went.

Phew! I thought as she left, sorted that very deftly Ronnie, putting a mirror on the back of it indeed!

But thinking about it, I wasn't so clever at all because now I'll be worried about her bumping into our son and mentioning it to him just in chatty conversation and he won't know what the hell she's on about so he'll ask me, and that will involve more lies and so on.

Well some good came of it, I got my second bottom warming but not for the reason I'd thought.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx