The haunting everthere.
Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable, fidgeting in my seat uneasily.
Before I knew it, I had let out one really loud and horrible belch-cough-sneeze combination, which would have been pretty amazing, actually – except for the fact that it happened at a public place – in a restaurant full of unsuspecting diners, in fact. I realised that my two friends were staring alarmingly at me, as if I had just sprouted a pair of green horns with yellow little dots, on my head.
“I must have overstuffed myself,” I managed to squeak, embarrassed.
I do not quite know how it happened. Honest. I have never experienced anything like that before.
They politely let it slide, though. Looks like no one will be calling me out for meals anytime soon…
We then went to everyone’s favourite D-I-Y furniture store – yes, the one with the distinct blue and yellow colours on its logo – and, well… it was my first visit there since its inception at its ‘new’ quarters.
“Kids…!” I had muttered darkly at those that crossed my path that day, be it in those bright, annoying roller shoes of theirs, or pushing their loaded trolleys through the crowded aisles as if their pants were on fire.
But then, I returned home to find my twenty-month-old nephew pointedly turning his head away from me with a “hmph!” at every other opportunity.
Sorry-lah, Ian. Auntie loves you, really. :-(
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