“Why did you cut up my old madras shirt and boil it with my porridge?” I asked my wife accusingly. My wife, now equally irate, told me in no uncertain terms me that she always added old shirts to the porridge--so what was I complaining about? Of course, this never happened in “real life,” but it was part of a dream I had a few weeks ago.
Why Did You?
Why Did You?
Why Did You?
“Why did you cut up my old madras shirt and boil it with my porridge?” I asked my wife accusingly. My wife, now equally irate, told me in no uncertain terms me that she always added old shirts to the porridge--so what was I complaining about? Of course, this never happened in “real life,” but it was part of a dream I had a few weeks ago.