The house is hula hoop free.
Good night.
Tim Ocsko
Posted by stevelowton on September 8, 2008
The house is hula hoop free.
Good night.
Tim Ocsko
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Posted by stevelowton on September 7, 2008
22.43, Sunday 7th September……
There have been no further hula hoop sightings.
I have decided to get up especially early tomorrow and clean the house room by room, closing doors behind me – in case they are doubling back on me when I turn my back.
Over….and out.
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Posted by stevelowton on September 6, 2008
Dick and Dan thought that this was quite funny {or at least they were smiling when I told them} so I said I would write it – meant to do so yesterday. Sorry.
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I got it into my head late on Thursday afternoon to clean our bedroom.
Not that it was untidy or even dirty. It wasn’t. My wife and I have many differences but one of them isn’t our views on tidiness. We like tidy. Discrete. In place. And ordered.
It was just that I got it into my head that I needed to ‘tidy’ under the bed. I suppose I was a little curious.
Embarrassingly the dust was surprisingly thick. Concealed within it was 3p in coins and a hula hoop {flavour unknown}. I can sort of imagine how three penny coins rolled under the bed but I am at a bit of a loss to understand how the hula hoop got there. In a spurt of adventurism I moved the large wardrobe and chest of drawers but all I got was more dust – no further savouries. Nor under the sofas in the lounge, the kitchen table, or any of the other bedrooms. My hunt for hidden savouries has subsequently been comprehensive.
I am now left with a few new findings and challenges in my new season:
1. Did the hula hoop grow there? If so are hula Hoops made from dust?
2. Was it placed there by giggling daughters? I would have gone for an open tin of sardines – that would have had a much quicker impact? Unless they are bestow with a sense of patience and humour beyond their parents.
3. Is my wife a secret hula hoop bedtime eater?
4. Was it placed there by an unknown third party?
I have undertaken an experiment since the discovery to ascertain whether a} a hula hoop could roll under {it can} and b} how much force would be require to propel it the distance the aforementioned hula hoop was from the edge {significant}.
Mmm.
My house is now spotless. Tidiest in all the time we have been here.
I suppose it will remain a mystery.
Oh, before I go…..my wife has been in a great mood this week. All smiles.
Tim Ocsko
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