Just another Problem.

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Just another Problem.

 

 

 

I know you have enough problems of your own without me burdening you with my problems. I cannot help myself I cannot unload this problem on my Lovely wife but I must tell some one I am truly sorry that it has to be you. I cannot find the tiny batteries for my and the Wife’s hearing aids. Nowhere near me sells such batteries then a man that I told about my problem gave me a tip. I should try at my E Tec computer shop. The young man looked in their storeroom but they had no such small batteries. No problem he said and sat down to his computer and ordered me six-pack of the batteries should be here on Friday. So it is not such a problem after all. That my lovely wife and I have to shout to each other to make us understood. Well that does not really bother me my neighbours make enough noise any way, just a chance to get our own back. Not a nice thing to say but I am at the point where I could not care less and that because of a small battery for four hearing aids.

 

 

 

Went with my lovely wife to do some shopping. Who the hell keeps putting the prices up? Soon I will have to apply for more money, as my pension is not up to the prices in the shops. No I do not go to the Cinema or waste good money on Gambling or doing things like the pools or even the Lottery. Mind you I am often tempted to have a go it would be nice to be able to take my wife to a Theatre or to take her to the more expensive shops such as the Jewellers a few sparkling diamonds would take her mind off our present position in life. What do you all think shall I take a chance and do the Lottery? I played football when I was young but I do not know enough about it to start Gambling and as we all know Luck is one thing winning is another. Any more problems well can anyone tell me why the milk goes sour why is the butter at this time of the year always in a state of melting when one wants to spread a few slices of bread or on fresh toasted bread. Why do Dogs, bless them; have to bark outside of our house. We both love Dogs but do they have to greet us in this barking way? My feet are playing up again well not really my feet it would be more exact to say my ankles. While walking one of my ankles sends a sharp shooting pain, which causes me to take a firm grip on my walking stick to stop me from falling flat on my face. Apart from that I think that both the wife and I will see the next few years out without too many complaints. My problems could all be solved if I wan the Lottery, Should not be too difficult just fill in the wife’s and my Birth dates, and Bobs you’re Uncle or something like that. Now that you all know that your scribbler Bern has a few problems just wish me luck and who knows perhaps tomorrow will be the big day. I have done the lottery both for my lovely Wife and of course for me your scribbler Bern.

 

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