|Such activities are totally beyond my mother. My father only got anywhere with her because he told her it was a cure for diarrhea.|
Y is for You blew it!
Cosmic : the finale
I report that his washing machine gin has failed, not because he came to his senses but rather because el landlord arrived to hammer in some shelving and one of the other tenants asked him if we were going to get a new washer to replace the broken one.
After a few cunning questions the missing washer was found underneath its camouflage of wood and since Cosmic wasn't there to explain the whole mess was dumped onto the grass before the tub was loaded into the trailer with the promise of a new machine in a couple of days.
He finished the shelving and was just leaving when Cosmic arrived and had to face a big interrogation to find out exactly what was going on. The first that I knew of all of this was when the landlord rang me and told me everything that had happened and also that Cosmic had tried hard to pin the blame on me.
"Uh no. I said we should make some bathtub gin" I told him "as a joke. If I'd helped him we would have done it properly
"But you're Buddhist are you allowed alcohol?"
"I might want to serve some to guests and I'd have to test it out to make certain it was good enough"
So Cosmic has gotten a big boot up the bum from the landlord and has been told that if he wants alcohol he has to walk down to the bottle store and get some from there but now he's claiming that he doesn't drink at all and it was (A) an experiment and (B) something for everyone in the house. He hasn't tried talking to me so far but that's more a case of our paths not crossing rather than him actively avoiding me.