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Source: Adults

Author: clare doherty

Title: A New Meaning To Keeping Up With The Jones'

"Why can't we have one?" I pleaded with my husband "most of the neighbours have one," I continued.

"We don't have the room and anyhow we don't need one," he replied.

So I huffed a bit and then made a cup of coffee and sat there looking out at the garden while he continued with his crossword.

"Won't you even consider having one?" I pleaded.

"We are doing alright without one," he snapped.

"John and Liz next door have just had one and it takes up very little room," I said.

He gave me a look from above his glasses, lifted his crossword went into the study and I was left with my thoughts.

Then I followed him, "Think of what a difference it would make, and, I would take total responsibilty for it," I said.

But he just sighed and ignored me.

Then the phone rang. It was Maddie three doors away.

"Hi there," she said, "remember what we discussed last month? Well, Bob and I have decided to have one."

"Oh, thats nice," I replied.

I ran to the study.

"See, Maddie and Bob are having one," I said.

"We don't have the need or the room and that's the end of it," he snapped.

Next day I went to work and all my colleagues asked, "Well, are you going to have one?"

"No", I replied, "he won't hear of it."

That night I broached the subject again but with a different angle.

"You know the roof space would make a cosy little room, maybe you could take a look tomorrow when I'm at work",I said.

"A cosy little room for what?" he asked.

"You know" I replied, and left it at that.

Next day at work I rang home, "Well, have you had a look?" I asked.

"I'm doing my crossword," he replied.

"But you will have a look before I get home?" I said.

"Someone at the door", he grumbled and left the phone down.

It was late when I got home and to my excitement the ladder to the loft had been lowered and I could hear him moving around.

"It would make a perfect room," he shouted .

"Oh thankyou," I said " You really mean it don't you?"

"But we have to get rid of all this rubbish first " he replied.

And then I heard the words I had been waiting to hear for months.

"I'll order the skip tomorrow," he said.

It was like music to my ears.

My very own skip right outside my front door just like all the neighbours have.

And who knows maybe I can keep it for more than six months and everyone will have to manouver around it just to get parked and when it's dark we wont leave out any danger signs and maybe, just maybe someone will drive into it!!!!

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