This afternoon Fat Sister, King Russell and I went on a mini road trip to have a Christmas lunch with our collective families. At one point on the journey King Russell said something which neither Fat Sister nor I heard. When we asked him what he’d said he replied:
‘It’s nothing that bears repeating.’
My tics instantly responded by repeating:
“It’s nothing but bears repeating.”
As we headed down the motorway we pondered how changing one simple word from ‘that’ to ‘but’ could change the meaning of bears.
“Gold frankincense and Andrew Marr.”