Scones
So, for whatever reason I felt really drunk this evening, after making smoothies – Tannie Ellen had the frozen fruit and I the ice cream and milk – and had “Dutch courage”, so I convinced myself to take up the courage and sing my newly composed song “Walk away” to her. I asked her permission, and she said, “Ok”.
So, there I was, trying to overcome my fear of public singing (speaking is also an issue, but singing comes more easily) and I gave it my best shot. When I was finished, shaken not stirred, nerves still pounding in my flesh, I looked at her for some response, almost sheepishly.
She smacked her thin lips together and said, shaking her head, “Weet jy wat, ek moet more skonsies bak.” (You know what, I have to bake scones tomorrow.) Well, I almost fell on the floor laughing. I mean, I was gasping for air, crying, and the more she spoke, the more I laughed. And the more I laughed, the more the seriousness of all my seriousnesses left the building, just gone, vamoos, futchiyama! Thanks be to God.
So, there I was, trying to overcome my fear of public singing (speaking is also an issue, but singing comes more easily) and I gave it my best shot. When I was finished, shaken not stirred, nerves still pounding in my flesh, I looked at her for some response, almost sheepishly.
She smacked her thin lips together and said, shaking her head, “Weet jy wat, ek moet more skonsies bak.” (You know what, I have to bake scones tomorrow.) Well, I almost fell on the floor laughing. I mean, I was gasping for air, crying, and the more she spoke, the more I laughed. And the more I laughed, the more the seriousness of all my seriousnesses left the building, just gone, vamoos, futchiyama! Thanks be to God.
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