dusty (no, not springfield)

i have turned into one of those people who talks about the weather a lot. not with everyone you understand, just my mum and my nan. it used to drive me bonkers that whenever i phoned her her first question would be 'how's your weather?' but now i find myself beating her to it. so whereas i used to cal and say 'hi nan, it's steven', i now find myself saying 'hi nan it's steven how's your weather?' i can't help myself (when my grandad was alive he used to answer the phone by saying, 'i'll get your nan' which used to irritate me too.
anyway, so, i talk about the weather a lot with my mum and nan. but with nan i now have a new topic of conversation - her wheelie bins!
there are two of them and i'm beginning to worry that my nan actually thinks they are alive. she talks about them in much the same way as other people might talk about their cats.
'steve, it's really windy here today. do you know i got up this morning and the wheelie bins were in the middle of the lawn, bold as anything'.
'steve, i woke up in the middle of the night thinking "what's that noise!" so i went outside, and do you know, those wheelie bins were rolling up and down the drive like no one's business.'
i'm half expecting to turn up at nan's one day and find the wheelie bins indoors, one on the sofa reading Woman's Own (AKA 'my book', which is how nan refers to her weekly issue) and the other at the table relieving nan from curtain twitching duty. nan of course will be on the phone to me talking about the weather!

i've been 'gently encouraging' my friend Jeremy to read these posts. he finally got round to it and last night sent me a text saying 'i've just been laughing at your clog!', it took me a while to work out what he actually meant.
the joys of predictive text, eh?
i once sent a friend a text saying 'i'm waiting in for a slumber' instead of plumber. they couldn't work out whether i was having a duvet day or had just overdosed on valium.
how we laughed, we nearly SMP. nearly