Shaun is back!
Watch that bacon and eggs, old chap. You know what happened last year.
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So far, so good . . .
On one of the trips out today, I started the car, then was about to push the button for the radio, when I kept my finger there in mid-air for a moment pondering: 'Should I, or shouldn't I?'
My youngest son riding shotgun watches me as I pause time like this and asks: "What? Something wrong?"
"Uh, no. . ." I replied, 'Just wondering if I would get whammed."
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What?!"
"Hold on, " I said, and put the radio on. It was some mundane chick singing some mundane song. Good. In one ear and out the other. Not the earworm that 'Last Christmas' is.
"It's the 'Wham' game we play at GTPlanet," I explained. "You know the one where we refuse to listen to 'Last Christmas' - that song by George Michael. You know . . ."
"Oh! Yeeaaa . . . that one. You guys play that every year?"
"Religiously," I say. "It's a ritual."
"Hmmmm." He nods and looks off into the distance.
I didn't like the 'Hm"
"Whaddya mean 'Hrrmmm?' I snarl.
"Nothing," he says. "Nothing." He frowns at me. "What?"
Trust. No. One.
The paranoids are coming.