It’s Humdrum…

… But sometimes humdrum is really good and comforting.

(Sad news this evening about a friend gone today, much too soon. I wish we could bring back the weddings and Baptisms and leave the funerals for a bit ..).

In other news Himself and I had a bit of a stand off. (It happens about once every year or two, but weirdly only ever to me, not to him). We were walking by the lake, chatting, and a fly flew, right into my mouth.
Euw, Euw Euw. (And yes. I suppose this does mean I probably talk more than he does).
My instinct is always to (sorry) eject, eject EJECT..
Himself maintains that (and signs do tend to back him up on this) spitting is a) disgusting and b) not even allowed. (He’s a stickler for the law).
But.. If you’ve given a fly mouth room, even for a moment? Really??
So I’m all for the spit. (It’s not even a thought process, surely?).

I’m afraid we remain divided.
Himself is convinced he would swallow.