Oops.
I received a phone call today whilst on my break at work, from Reg the Vampire. It’s as though he can read my mind, or something, as how did he know to call at that specific time? Not while I was trying to figure something out, or when I was getting back to trying to work out what it was that I was actually meant to be doing. No, he called me on the five minutes of rest time I had.
He also managed to get through when my mobile was switched off. They have remarkable powers, these vampires.
Anyway, in my rhyme the other day, I wrote about the wonderful new additions to his Lair, the Bungalow, Bridge Lane. Belle and her three kittens who I didn’t even name – only because I wasn’t told their names, I add hastily. And the two Shauns.
This was Reg’s problem. His two cats are named Shawn. Not Shaun.
I tried to explain that they sound exactly the same, and I was writing a rhyme where things sound the same – and do not necessarily need to look the same, but he said again that their names are Shawn. Not Shaun.
I said to Reg that I would write a correction (I don’t think it is a very good idea to annoy a vampire – just a ‘niggle’ at the back of my mind, but one that I don’t want to ignore…) but I will stress that the rhyme was about Shawn and his new kittens. He said “I know. Remember. One is their name. One isn’t.” And then the call ended, in a very strange ‘drifting away’ kind of fashion.
That was me told.
And so that’s you told!
But I still haven’t been told the names of the kittens…
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