As it's the first Sunday of a new month Sian - of From High in the Sky - is once again hosting her 'Storytelling Sunday'. Drop in on her here to find out more.
Now let me begin ...
My ears are always open for snippets of fabulous, funny and found conversations.
And if you're a regular here you'll know that after I've had my ears open for these snippets of fabulous, funny and found conversations ... I tend to scribble them down in my notebook ... and then blog about them here.
And my friends know this too.
Friends in whose company some of these conversations can occur from time to time ... and which they don't always want recording and broadcasting!
But, believe it or not, there's one thing they yell at me more often than: "Julie, don't you dare write that down!" and that's ...
"Julie, you have to write that down?" Not that they make it easy for me ... as you'll see if you read on ...
The shocked policeman's mother-in-law
Location: my local monthly crop ie. a community centre room full of women
Time: mid London 2012 Olympics
Topic of conversation: propriety prevents me from repeating it so ... I'm going to have to improvise ...
Let's just say that someone [no, not me] had a photograph on her phone, which a friend of hers had taken of an athlete while on TV. A male athlete. A close-up of a male athlete.In tight clothing [please try to keep up, don't make me spell it out!].
I didn't see the photo but those who did got into a hilarious argument about the merits of the subject matter ... and its decency! And this 'argument' resulted in someone who was in favour using a ... how shall I put it? Shall we say she used a 'vivid' turn of phrase about the matter.
A turn of phrase you might not say in front of a child. Or a vicar. Or a ... hang on, I'm getting to that because ...
After a second or two ... a head poked through the kitchen hatch in the corner through into the room we were all in and amid our gales of laughter an authoritarian male voice suddenly declared, in mock-shock:
"Well, I never thought I'd hear that word coming from a craft group."
And the man in question ... was a police man!
And after his rather startling entrance he turned out to be a really friendly - dare I say 'old fashioned' beat bobby. So friendly in fact that he told us he'd been thinking about telling his mother-in-law about our group as he felt she might benefit from the crafting and the company.
Perhaps that was until he'd heard what it was he'd heard though ...
Before he left we told him the date of our next crop and the organisers did give him their contact details but ... as of yet ... perhaps unsurprisingly...
... we've not yet heard from the shocked policeman's mother-in-law!
Thanks for dropping by to read my story today. I hope you weren't too shocked ...
p.s: don't forget to visit Sian to browse through other people's stories too [I'm still away, but will catch up when I'm home].
p.p.s: I found the rather appropriate image to illustrate my story in a 1978 Playhour Annual.