Pergovid

~ Diary of a Dublin housewife

Jimmy was doing a bit of work in the garden, so I popped around to Maisie for an hour.

  • Howya, Bernie. How’s everyone?
  • All good ma.
  • How’s your Jimmy? Still working hard, yeah?
  • He’s building a pergola.
  • What’s that when it’s at home?
  • It’s like a pagoda.
  • I didn’t know he could bake?
  • What has baking got to do with it?
  • Is this another covid19 hobby of his?
  • What?
  • Baking?
  • I never said he was baking.
  • You said he was making a pavlova.
  • I said he’s building a pergola; out the back garden.
  • You said pavlova
  • I said pagoda.
  • Make up your mind Bernie. Which is it?
  • Pergola, ma.
  • Why is he building a pagoda?
  • I said he’s building a PERGOLA. Its just a garden feature ma. I’ll grow climbing plants up it.
  • So its a trellis?
  • Jesus help me…
  • I’m only asking, Bernie.
  • I’m sorry I opened my mouth about it.
  • I only asked you what the hell he’s building. Don’t start losing your rag with me, Bernadette Rose.
  • He’s building a per-go-la.
  • Not a pagoda or pavlova or whatever you call it?
  • It’s like a pagoda, but without a roof.
  • Whats the point of that?
  • I told you, it’s a garden feature, and we can sit under it in the summer.
  • Why would you sit under it if it has no roof? Haven’t you got an umbrella?
  • You mean parasol, ma.
  • What’s the difference?
  • A parasol protects you from the sun, an umbrella protects you from the rain.
  • So what does your pavlova protect you from?

Heaven protect me from you my mother. Heaven protect me 🙈

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