My marriage to Teddy had now turned into the proverbial
storm in a teacup. Teddy and I argued
day and night as to which was the better brew—tea or coffee. In the end we went and saw Wattlebird’s very own
high priestess of conflict resolution — Miss Beetleheart —a world authority on
marriage, and who also happened to moonlight as a spray tan technician when business
was slow.
As we
sat in Miss Beatleheart’s office-cum–spray-tan-salon, she listened; eyes
squinted in concentration as we spoke.
Teddy
talked about coffee. I talked about my career as a tea lady and how it was impossible
for me to be married to someone whose recently announced ambition in life was
to own his very own coffee plantation.
Miss Beetleheart tut-tutted.
I
couldn’t help but notice Miss Beetleheart unusual colouring. It seemed that our
world authority had spray tanned herself a mango-orangey colour. Not that I
minded, as it matched her silver grey hair.
Unfortunately, my
dismay at having being duped into marrying a hardnosed coffee fanatic got the
better of me and I dissolved into tears.
Ms
Beetleheart promptly handed me a bunch of tissues. ‘A sorry state of affairs,’
she mourned. ‘It’s best you part. I can see no resolution. Tea is tea. Coffee
is coffee.’
And
so, Teddy and I parted. But not before
we’d both been given a complimentary free spray tan by Miss Beetleheart.
Teddy,
still in his all-body plaster cast, ended up looking like a carrot.
I
ended up looking like an pumpkin .
You funny.
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