A wose by any other name
Our Christmas shopping schedule has just suffered an unforeseen setback caused by the intrinsically humorous qualities of — would you believe it? — chocolate.
It surprised me, too. Chocolate is, after all, a serious business, a staple diet of millions in our part of the world. It’s even available deep-fried north of the border. Round here, though, we’re a bit more genteel; we like our choccies individually wrapped and with little charts giving names and brief descriptions of each one. Last year we had Quality Street, so this year Shana thought it was time for a change.
“Do you like Woses?” Shana asked, taking a look at what was on offer at our favourite online supermarket. I knew she meant Roses, but I couldn’t figure out why she was aping tv presenter Jonathan Ross’s characteristic pronunciation of the letter ‘R’. I decided to reply in the same manner and so, mimicking Shana mimicking Jonathan Ross, I answered,
“No. I prefer gewaniums.”
For some strange reason, Shana and I then collapsed in a prolonged fit of the giggles.
“Abandon shop!” cried Shana, logging out and almost falling out of the office chair in the process.
Normal shopping service will be resumed in due course.