This week's word on Sunday Scribblings is Confessions
Do your eyes sometimes see what you want them to see? When I first read this week’s prompt, I thought it said confection! Yum yum I thought, I’ll have a great time with this. I’ll write 400 words about chocolate.
And then I put my specs on. Confessions it read. Oh well, never mind.
By the way, I bet you didn’t know I wore glasses! I have to admit that I don’t wear them that often. They make me look a bit geeky if you know what I mean. Years ago I thought that wearing glasses would make me look intelligent. I once wore a pair when I went for a job interview. I actually bought them from an up-market charity shop. They had designer frames, Chanel I think.
Trouble was they had very strong lenses. They were as thick as coke bottle bottoms! Everything I looked at through them took on a strange shape and they made me feel a little dizzy. Not just that, but when people looked at me close to, I looked like a bug-eyed frog!
Anyway I was called in for my interview and I was horrified to see not one, but four people sitting behind a long desk all staring in my direction. An interview panel I thought. I wasn’t expecting that! They were all wearing red blouses. I assumed it must have been a company uniform. As red’s never really suited me, I remember hoping they also supplied them in pink! But then as I walked towards them they blended into each other, and when I suddenly and unexpectedly bumped into the desk I realised my glasses had been playing tricks with me and there was actually only one lady sitting there. I won’t bore you with what happened next, but suffice to say I didn’t get the job.
Listen to me rambling on. I suppose I aught enter into the spirit of the prompt and confess something. Where do I start!! Well there was the time I was left to look after my aunt’s budgerigar when she went on holiday. I’m sure you have already guessed what I’m going to confess to. You are right; it snuffed it, literally dropped off its perch. And like hundreds of people in similar situations have done before, I replaced it with another identical one before she came home.
At first I didn’t think I’d get away with it, because the original bird could sing the national anthem whilst standing on one leg, and swear like a trooper. The replacement was virtually mute! But my aunt decided this sudden silence was due to the distress caused by her going away for a month. She wasn’t too disappointed though, because the original’s foul mouth regularly caused her embarrassment when the vicar called round!
But the funniest thing is that she now thinks she has the oldest budgie in existence! The one that died was already due to meet its maker and one I replaced it with was very young. Imagine how awkward I felt when I saw an article a couple of months ago in my local paper about this amazing bird that seems to be living forever!
Gosh, there are so many things I could confess to. Being accident prone means I often do things which need a little covering up. If Keith knew what actually happened to his......no, forget it!
Suffice to say I’m something of an expert at papering over cracks and I think I’d be wise right now to keep my cracks covered up (oh my goodness, that sounds terrible!)
I think I’ll stick to confections!