Wordle #152 – Marmalade Toast

week-152

This week’s words: Lightly House  Petulant (adj.)) moved to or showing sudden, impatient irritation, especially over some trifling annoyance)  Liberosis ((n.) the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.) Tall Banish Officer Afternoon Kill Marmalade Wardrobe Attitude

“Marmalade is best spread on buttered toast,” she said spreading lightly a thick layer over the fresh piece of grain toast.

In a house in a non-descript town in an even more nondescript street sat Cyril Rum, Angel on sabbatical from Heaven and his neighbour Mildred Thrup, socially challenged but with a heart of gold.

Cyril was forever wanting to learn more and more about human customs and breakfast was one that always amazed him. Marmalade was one of those concoctions that Cyril was puzzled over. He couldn’t understand why man went to such lengths to cook up orange peels and bottle them in a sticky sugary substance.

The two neighbours would often kill an afternoon in earnest conversation about the pros and cons of modern earthly life.

His whole attitude to living amongst humanity was to learn all he could. There was never any suggestion of petulance from Cyril but rather a constant curious nature.

Mildred, on the other hand, was more liberosis in her attitude in so much that she quickly caught on the limited nature of Cyril’s understanding of things human.

She was of the opinion that if she took him as she found him and went along with his tale of being an Angel, there was no telling where her liberosis might take her. She prided herself on knowing such a word. She was a tall and awkward woman, whose wardrobe didn’t endear her to many and that suited her just fine. Society had long banished to the back row of most society functions and that enabled her to spend her time learning all she could. The thesaurus was one of her best friends and she knew far more words than most and would on occasion drop a word into the conversation just to see the look of the recipients face. She remembered the pompous officer she encountered when on holiday once who demanded she stand aside and let him pass and Mildred had reminded him that manners were not so hard to come by. It was one occasion when being of a liberosic nature played perfectly into her hands.

On the kitchen table in front of them sat the marmalade spread toast waiting for Cyril to sink in his teeth.

“Ugh,” he said, “that’s ever so bitter.”

Mildred laughed and remarked that his taste buds were less angelic than she thought.

 

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5 Responses to Wordle #152 – Marmalade Toast

  1. Great use of the words Michael! Marmalade is a mystery to me as well I think I have only tasted it though, I don’t think I have ever eaten anything containing marmalade in its entirety. Humans are a strange lot indeed!

  2. Lorraine says:

    Cyril is having his taste buds tickled, whilst Mildred is having her humanness re-tickled. Well done.

  3. Lyn says:

    LOL my best friend is a Pome…oops, I mean Cornish woman, so I’ve learned to love Rose’s Lime Marmalade or Rose’s Traditional English Marmalade 😀

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