Around here as we go about our various chores and projects we have always had Murfey drop in and “help” on a fairly regular basis. He never lets us know when he is coming and generally screws up anything he goes near, never the less we have come to expect him to arrive quite regularly quietly sneaking up and whispering in our ear “if it can go wrong it will go wrong”
I recently suddenly realized that I had not seen him for some
time, even his companion Bad Luck who often came along with him seems
to have gone missing, although Mr Luck's brother Good did drop in a
couple of times this week. Now to be quite honest I hate it when
Murfey and his regular companion drops in whist I am working, about
all one can do is walk away from the job you are trying to do until
he goes away. Trying to complete the job with him looking over your
shoulder is futile and an exercise in frustration.
So even though he is not really welcome here, after several weeks
absence I expect him to return and get his fingers into all kinds of
trouble, no doubt chasing off Good Luck with whom he does not seem to
Strangely I miss the old sod, he sure makes life “interesting”!
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