The remarkable thing about the 2 of us is our combined thoughts and imagination. Truly how dry our lives would have been without it, and hence there would be no writtings to share of our adventures.....Picture it.... Lunnford (small country community) 1986 (give or take a few years). The Graham Acreage, at the time we lived in a very old house from the 1930's, it had a grand kitchen, with bright blue flowered lino flooring, a huge black wood stove in the one of the corners and the 8 place setting table and chairs fit comfortably in the middle of the room. Stacy and Amber where thrilled with the fact that they where the only ones home, a perfect time to get using that imagination!
We put on our Sunday best, and prepared lunch for ourselves...left over roast chicken and potatoes. Talking with the most prestigious english accents of the high society, daintly serving ourselves the fine food, and talking of important things that people in high society would discuss. Bringing the food up to our mouths...we gourged ourselves, eating with our hands, shoving as much food in our mouths as we could. And then, calmly acting as sophicated ladies should act when each mouth full was finished. The course of the lunch continued in such a manner, and of course having bouts of laughter throughout, (trying not to choke while laughing and gourging ourselves). Then panic, we saw Dad's car pull up in the middle of our meal! Perhaps it was the fact that my dad was the no-nonsense kind of man at times and we definately where being quite "foolish". We felt we had to hurry and hide what we where doing. Stacy quickly threw all the food that was still left over into the large roasting pan with the chicken, and threw it in the fridge. I took the plates and scraped what was left into the garbage, destroying the evidence. In mere minutes, proof of our sophicated gourging had disappered and we both ran upstairs to my bedroom, to hide out....until next time.....
