Overheard

I live in a small house on a typical "northern street" where the front door opens directly onto the pavement (sidewalk for North American readers) with no buffering strip of front yard/garden.  The pavement is quite narrow, so when I'm behind the front door I'm literally only a foot or so away from the people walking past.  My street is also well positioned to be a cut-through from an area of cheaper housing/a medium-stay car park/the railway station to the main town centre shopping area, so on weekends (and evenings, sigh) there is a steady stream of passers-by.  This DOES mean I get some great "eavesdropping moments" though.

I was picking up some post from the door mat this weekend, stirred up some dust, and gave an almighty elderly-man-who-likes-attention kind of sneeze. 

Through the door, I hear a little child's voice pipe up, filled with amazement:
"DADDY!  That house sneezed!"
Daddy replied: "What do you say?"
Child: "Bless you, house"

There are so many awful things in the world, but there are also beautiful, hilarious things.