“It should look decrepit,” said Crisp my aged companion. “Everything else is, look at the poor old fence struggling to stand on its last legs. The windmill is looking new.”
Crisp was in one of her fault-finding moods today. It all started at breakfast when the waiter served her coffee lukewarm, and it was the one thing to antagonise Crisp, ‘half baked coffee’ as she’d call it. From then on, there was nothing the poor fellow could do right.
I was glad when we got up and left, and I bet so was the waiter.
Now we were out on a walk admiring the countryside, allegedly, and Crisp was still finding fault.
“What’s the point anyway,” she exclaimed, “I can whinge all I want and never get a rise out of you, I sometimes wonder what good you are!”
“Somedays,” I replied, “I’m more your fence than your windmill.”
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