I shall

At night, when I tiptoed back to our bedroom, he lifted the cover and said with a pleased tone:

"To the parallel park!".

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Yöllä, kun tassuttelin takaisin makuuhuoneeseemme, hän nosti peittoa ja sanoi tyytyväisellä äänellä:

"Taskuparkkiin!".

By Crumpet

Open that door

 

 A question of the day.

What kind of people bring with them their own (quite ordinary) wine glasses to a home, where they know to be wine glasses?

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Päivän kysymys.

Millaiset ihmiset tuovat mukanaan omat (aivan tavanomaiset) viinilasinsa kotiin, jossa tietävät olevan viinilaseja?

By Crumpet

On and off

Strange come-ons, part 526.

A man yells from a restaurats terrace to a woman passing by: "Pussy, pyssy, pussy, pussyyyy!"

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Kummallisia iskuyrityksiä, osa 526.

Mies huutaa ravintolan terassilta ohi kulkevalle naiselle: "Pillu, pillu, pillu, pilluuu!"

By Crumpet

Mr Bunting sipped his milk slowly, and put a point

When do you know that you are small?

When a bin man hits you with a waste bin and doesn't notice a thing, untill you start to scream..

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Milloin tietää olevansa pieni?

Kun roskakuski osuu roska-astialla sinuun, eikä huomaa mitään, ennen kuin alat kiljua..

By Crumpet

Sorry to trouble you, but could you tell me if a gentleman who looks like a dachshund lives here?

I guess it is a some kind of a giveaway of the nature of our trip, when in Paris, suffering from a terriable fever, I dremt about a pony, that was small, had a red coat and it's breed was Côtes du Rhône..

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Jotainhan se matkasta kertoo, kun kuumehoureisena Pariisissa uneksin ponista, joka oli pieni, punakarvainen ja rodultaan Côtes du Rhône..

By Crumpet

Calling for London

This is a message for you, our - shall we say devoted - reader in London. There is only one of you, so make no mistake, we mean you.

We write this blog of ours to our friends and family. No one else. We are not looking for a greater audience (unless you're interested in publishing us - hardy har har). The stuff here is private - we write about the near and dear to us - about our lives. We don't have RSS-feed, we've blocked NextBlog function and don't want to be found via Google - we want to remain private.

As far as we know, you are neither family member or a friend, so we wish, that you would discontinue to visit here. If you don't, we will be forced to make our blog private, it's as simple as that.

We hope you'll find something else that interests you from the blogosphere or perhaps - being so keen - even start a blog of your own..

Bean & Crumpet

Use the loaf, Pilbeam

Angela Chase: "This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do." 

In My So-Called Life

By Bean & Crumpet