Stone the crows, a bloke can't seem to sit, minding his own business these days, on his front veranda without getting questioned.
I was really enjoying the morning, looking at nothing in particular, drinking my coffee and relaxing when over the fence pops the head of Jesus Jockey-Evangeloon.
No 'G'day/How are you' or whatever, just a straight out " Have you considered accepting my apology?"
My reply was, " I'm still thinking it over."
"Well," he says, " How long will it be."
A bit on the pissed off side by now I replied, " Well the choice is yours, either it will be as long as piece of string or I'll give my decision to Jesus and he can pass it on to you when he returns, take your pick."
With a very audible grunt and a humph, Jesus Jockey stormed off.
Geez, did I say something to upset his little apple cart?