#erma amy

[yaboirezzy]

sorry i just can't express how much I love these two gremlins where one is so done/so ready to end the other

#blorbos #scrimblos #kinnies #kin #erma #webcomic #amy #terry #erma amy #erma terry

[redhartsblog]

#erma #ami

[krispytigerdaze]

Sweet! Can you draw Amy as a werewolf? I've already followed you, by the way. I love your work! From @trickrtreat2004

#erma #amy

[cartoonfan21]

My VA headcanons of Erma and her friends.

Jessica DiCicco as Erma Williams.

Grace Rolek as Amy Thorn

Zeno Robinson as Terry

Justin Felbinger as Connor

Michaela Jill Murphy as Sylvia

Mae Whitman as Sidney

Jaylen Barron as Miko

Issac Ryan Brown as Jordan

(this isn't canon, it's just my headcanon on who voice acts as Erma and her friends.)

ERMA belongs to @brandontheoutcast

#Erma #Erma williams #Erma comic #Webcomic #Web comic #Headcanon

[trickrtreat2004]

Fanart of Amy ♥️💙♥️

#Erma

Be sure to follow my discord group for announcements and more!

The group - https://discord.com/invite/fekazxvZ

#erma williams

[theyoungbattler65]

If Brandon Santiago's Erma was gonna turn into a fully animated series, here’s what my cast would be like..

- [ ] Erma Williams-Stephanie Sheh

- [ ] Sam Williams-Alejandro Saab

- [ ] Emiko Williams-Dominique McElligott

- [ ] Siris-Derek Stephen Prince

- [ ] Connor-Christian J. Simon

- [ ] Miko-Grey Griffin

- [ ] Amy-Tara Strong

- [ ] Terry-Chris Netherton

- [ ] Felicia-JazzyGuns

- [ ] Sidney-Kira Buckland

- [ ] Regan Williams-Kathy-Chan

- [ ] Michael Williams-Vic Mignogna

- [ ] Emily Williams-Mia Talerico

- [ ] Diablo (Connor’s sister)-Jessica Dicicco

- [ ] Principal Phibes-Dave Fennoy

- [ ] Sylvia (Felicia’s sister)-Grey Griffin

- [ ] Amaya Yūreimoto-Judi Dench

- [ ] Osamu Yūreimoto-David Kaye

- [ ] Kentaro Yūreimoto-CJ Dachamp

- [ ] Rin Yūreimoto-Erica Lindbeck

- [ ] Ena Yūreimoto-Tara Strong

- [ ] Mayumi Yūreimoto-Stephanie Sheh

- [ ] Fumiko Yūreimoto-Tara Strong

- [ ] Haru Kappa-Scott McNeil

- [ ] Yori Yūreimoto-Jamie Lynn Marchi

- [ ] Mitsu Yūreimoto-Jessica DiCicco

- [ ] Momo Yūreimoto- Kelly Boyer/Chi-Chi

- [ ] Toru-Chris Sabat

- [ ] Kiko-Cree Summer

- [ ] Mei-Tara Strong

#Erma

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Slightly changed common forenames

Aaron Ada Adam Adrian Adrienne Agnes Alan Albert Alberta Alberto Alex Alexander Alexandra Alexis Alfred Alfredo Alice Alicia Alison Allan Allen Allison Alma Alvin Alyssa Amanda Amber Amelia Amy Ana Andre Andrea Andrew Andy Angel Angela Angelica Angelina Angie Anita Ann Anna Anne Annette Annie Antoinette Antonia Antonio Antóny April Arlene Armando Arnold Artúr Ashley Audrey Barbara Barry Beatrice Becky Belinda Ben Benjamin Bernadette Bernard Bernice Bertá Bessie Beth Betsy Betty Betány Beulah Beverly Bill Billie Billy Blanca Blancé Bob Bobbie Bobby Bonnie Brad Bradley Brandi Brandon Brandy Brenda Brent Brett Brian Bridget Brittany Brooke Bruce Bryan Byron Calvin Camille Candace Candice Carl Carla Carlos Carmen Carol Carole Caroline Carolyn Carrie Casey Cassandra Cathy Catérine Cecelia Cecil Cecilia Celia Chris Christian Christie Christina Christine Christopér Christy Cindy Claire Clara Clarence Claude Claudia Clayton Clifford Clifton Clinton Clyde Cody Colleen Connie Constance Cora Corey Cory Courtney Craig Cristina Crystal Curtis Cyntûa Cád Cárlene Cárles Cárlie Cárlotte Célsea Céryl Céster Daisy Dale Dan Dana Daniel Danielle Danny Darla Darlene Darrell Darren Darryl Daryl Dave David Dawn Dean Deanna Debbie Deborah Debra Delia Della Delores Denise Dennis Derek Derrick Desiree Diana Diane Dianna Dianne Dixie Dolores Don Donald Donna Dora Doreen Doris Dorothy Douglas Duane Dustin Dwayne Dwight Earl Ebony Eddie Edgar Edith Edna Eduardo Edward Edwin Eileen Elaine Eleanor Elena Elisa Elizabeth Ella Ellen Elmer Eloise Elsa Elsie Elvira Emily Emma Enrique Eric Erica Erik Erika Erin Erma Ernest Ernestine Essie Estelle Estér Etél Eugene Eula Eunice Eva Evelyn Everett Faith Fannie Faye Felicia Felix Fernando Flora Florence Floyd Frances Francis Francisco Frank Franklin Fred Freda Freddie Frederick Gabriel Gail Gary Gayle Gene Geneva Genevieve George Georgia Gerald Geraldine Gertrude Gilbert Gina Ginger Gladys Glen Glenda Glenn Gloria Gordon Grace Greg Gregory Gretcén Guadalupe Guy Gwen Gwendolyn Ian Ida Inez Irene Iris Irma Isaac Isabel Ivan Jack Jackie Jacob Jacqueline Jacquelyn Jaime James Jamie Jan Jana Jane Janet Janice Janie Janis Jared Jasmine Jason Javier Jay Jean Jeanette Jeanne Jeannette Jeannie Jeff Jeffery Jeffrey Jenna Jennie Jennifer Jenny Jeremy Jerome Jerry Jesse Jessica Jessie Jesus Jill Jim Jimmie Jimmy Jo Joan Joann Joanna Joanne Jodi Jody Joe Joel John Johnnie Johnny Jon Jonatán Jordan Jorge Jose Josefina Joseph Josepûne Josúa Joy Joyce Joánna Juan Juana Juanita Judith Judy Julia Julian Julie Julio June Justin Kara Karen Kari Karl Karla Kate Kathleen Kathryn Kathy Katie Katrina Katérine Kay Kayla Keith Kelley Kelli Kellie Kelly Ken Kendra Kenneth Kent Kerry Kevin Kim Kimberly Kirk Krista Kristen Kristi Kristie Kristin Kristina Kristine Kristy Krystal Kurt Kyle Lana Lance Larry Latoya Laura Lauren Laurie Laverne Lawrence Leah Lee Leigh Lela Lena Leo Leon Leona Leonard Leroy Leslie Lester Leticia Lewis Lila Lillian Lillie Linda Lindsay Lindsey Lisa Lloyd Lois Lola Lonnie Lora Lorena Lorene Loretta Lori Lorraine Louis Louise Lucia Lucille Lucy Luis Lula Luz Lydia Lynda Lynette Lynn Lynne Mabel Mable Madeline Mae Maggie Mamie Mandy Manuel Marc Marcella Marcia Marcus Margaret Margarita Margie Marguerite Maria Marian Marianne Marie Marilyn Mario Marion Marjorie Mark Marlene Marsá Marsáll Marta Martin Martá Marvin Mary Maryann Mattie Mattéw Matéw Maureen Maurice Max Maxine May Megan Megán Melanie Melba Melinda Melissa Melody Melvin Mercedes Meredith Micáel Micéal Micéle Micélle Miguel Mike Mildred Milton Mindy Minnie Miranda Miriam Misty Mitcéll Molly Mona Monica Monique Morris Muriel Myra Myrtle

Nadine Nancy Naomi Natalie Natasá Natán Natániel Neil Nellie Nelson Nettie Nicole Nicólas Nicóle Nina Nora Norma Norman Olga Olive Olivia Ollie Opal Ora Oscar Pam Pamela Pat Patricia Patrick Patsy Patti Patty Paul Paula Paulette Pauline Pearl Pedro Peggy Penny Perry Peter Phyllis Priscilla Pûlip Pûllip Racáel Racél Rafael Ralph Ramon Ramona Randall Randy Raquel Raul Ray Raymond Rebecca Regina Reginald Rene Renee Ricardo Rick Ricky Ricárd Rita Robert Roberta Roberto Robin Robyn Rocélle Rodney Roger Roland Ron Ronald Ronnie Rosa Rosalie Rose Rosemarie Rosemary Rosie Ross Roxanne Roy Ruben Ruby Russell Ruth Ryan Rónda Sabrina Sadie Sally Salvador Sam Samantá Samuel Sandra Sandy Sara Sarah Scott Sean Sergio Seth Sidney Silvia Sonia Sonja Sonya Sopûa Sopûe Stacey Stacy Stanley Stella Stepánie Stepén Steve Steven Sue Susan Susie Suzanne Sylvia Sáne Sánnon Sári Sáron Sáwn Sáwna Séila Sélia Sélley Sélly Séri Sérri Sérry Séryl Sûrley Tabitá Tamara Tami Tammy Tanya Tara Tasá Ted Teresa Teri Terrance Terrence Terri Terry Tiffany Tim Timothy Tina Todd Tom Tommy Toni Tony Tonya Tracey Traci Tracy Travis Tricia Troy Tyler Tyrone Télma Téodore Téresa Tómas Valerie Vanessa Velma Vera Verna Vernon Veronica Vicki Vickie Vicky Victor Victoria Vincent Viola Violet Virgil Virginia Vivian Wade Wallace Walter Wanda Warren Wayne Wendy Wesley Willard William Willie Wilma Winifred Wûtney Yolanda Yvette Yvonne Zacáry Ánnah Árold Árriet Árry Árvey Áttie Ázel Éatér Éctor Éidi Élen Énrietta Énry Érbert Érman Ólly Ópe Óward Úgh Ûlda

#name list #names #naming characters #name #character name

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

*sigh* i love you amy i love you rouge i love you cream i love you vanilla i love you blaze i love you wave i love you marine i love you sticks i love you witchcart i love you zooey i love you cosmo i love you tikal i love you mina i love you fiona i love you sally i love you nicole i love you matilda i love you bunnie i love you sonia i love you tekno i love you maria i love you elise i love you shahra i love you helen i love you molly i love you topaz i love you carrotia i love you merlina i love you scarlet i love you ella i love you lumina i love you honey i love you tiara i love you metamorphia i love you perci i love you shade i love you saffron i love you erma i love you rosemary i love you tangle i love you whisper i love you jewel i love you lanolin i lo—

[sm-baby]

Person: "Thats them officer! Thats the person who's British unironically!"

Simon: *Chokes*

Erma: Bollocks

Simon: Shit. Charles, they found us.

Erma: Im aware.

Simon: Deploy the accents.

Erma: Yup.

Simon: 🥖Oui oui🥖

Erma: 👒Bonjour👒

Simon: 🇫🇷Mon ami🇫🇷

Erma: 🤌Hon hon hon🤌

Simon: 🌹Cheri🌹

Erma: 💋Ara Ara💋 wait-

[x]

#in case you couldn't tell I like the sibling dynamic potential here ûwû #Simpleton #Witch friend #Minecraft #mineblr

[robotnikholmescomicblog]

I love Stanley’s art style so much, the characters look so relaxed before their big infiltration mission, and Erma hacking into the hologram entrance to make it green and happy is a cute touch.

Also Amy Rose looks fricking adorable in a winter coat!!

#RHSB post #StH247 #Huh the last of the pre-reboot stories ends with the Arctic dudes after they've been around since nearly the beginning #Tails #Sonic #Amy Rose #Egg SWATs #Arctic Freedom Fighters #Ian Flynn #Evan Stanley #Archie comics

[yaboirezzy]

An Erma X Madagascar Reference made by @cartoonbudartz, based on something stupid I made for his ask

#erma #webcomic #madagascar reference #fanart #erma williams #felicia #sylvia #miko #amy #connor #terry #jordan #sidney

[redhartsblog]

#erma #erma mayumi #ami #merry #berry

[krispytigerdaze]

Friends are there for you. Including "Special Friends" 🖤🧡

#erma #amy #terry #slyvia #sidney #felicia #connor #gingeryokai

[readro]

FUNNY FOOD AND SNACK QUOTES

These funny quotes about snacking are sure to make you laugh out loud! Snack quotes are super funny and a great way to connect with those you love over food and best of all, these were all hand-picked by the Readro review team.

“Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.” – Ernestine Ulmer

“I’ve long believed that good food, good eating, is all about risk. Whether we’re talking about unpasteurized Stilton, raw oysters or working for organized crime associates, food, for me, has always been an adventure.” – Anthony Bourdaine

“Tell me what to eat, and I will tell you what you are.” – Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

“Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.” – Jim Davis

“Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It’s a grain. It’s like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem.” – James Patterson

“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.” – Orson Welles

“The best comfort food will always be greens, cornbread, and fried chicken.” – Maya Angelou

“The only time to eat diet food is while you’re waiting for the steak to cook.” – Julia Child

“Life is too short for self-hatred and celery sticks.” – Marilyn Wann

“My doctor told me I had to stop throwing intimate dinners for four unless there are three other people.” – Orson Welles

“Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.” – Erma Bombeck

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.” – Charles M. Schulz

“Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.” – Mark Twain

“I’m pretty sure that eating chocolate keeps wrinkles away because I have never seen a 10 year old with a Hershey bar and crows feet.” – Amy Neftzger

For plenty more great comedy content, check out Readro today.

#books #ebooks #readro review #readro reviews

[byamylaurens]

Made-It Monday: BOOK TROPE PINS!

Welcome to #MadeItMonday, where I post something I’ve made in the previous week, and where you can join in and post something you made too! The rules are easy: post a pic somewhere of something you’ve made in the last week (ish; let’s say in the last month as the hard-and-fast) and tag it. Sit back and enjoy scrolling through all the beautiful things we’ve collectively created, and celebrate the fact that humans can be awesome!

Well, I’ve done some creative things this week, but mostly they are making graphics and suchlike, and writing stories. I was completely slack and didn’t write on the 15th/16th/17th, which puts me one behind for my 10 stories in 20 days challenge, but meh, whatever. I might be able to catch that up this coming week, and if not I’ll do it in the two days following the challenge, because 10 stories in 22 days is still excellent 😀

Because I’m going to be showing you the graphics tomorrow or Wednesday in relation to another VERY COOL ANNOUNCEMENT, today I’m going to show you………….

PINS!!!!!!!!

Yes, this is the part where I reveal the official Black Kookaburra trope pins. The samples arrived on Friday, and erma-heckin-goodness they are stunning. SUCH good quality!

Why am I claiming this as a Made-It Monday, I hear you ask?

*coughcough* So, you know how I’ve been all, “Inkprint Press has partnered with The Black Kookaburra to bring you these pins”?

Yeah, well, the partnership extends beyond pins, because Mr Black Kookaburra may or may not be my spousely one O:)

So I can reveal that, yes, I actually drew the original designs for the trope pins! Hehe. And Mr Kookaburra turned those into pin artwork and Made Them Happen, because he is amazing. (No but seriously, you should see some of his upcoming designs. They are incredible.)

So here are the first of the trope pins, looking all shiny and glorious. We are working behind-the-scenes on the material for the Kickstarter so that you can get your hands on some of these incredible pretties, and at the moment we anticipate the Kickstarter beginning probably the last day of April. We could start sooner, BUT… well, more on that tomorrow O:)

What have you made this week? Don’t forget to tag your contribution, or even better, leave a link in the comments!! I love seeing what inspiring things other people have made 🙂 🙂 🙂

Read more:

What I'm Hoping To Achieve (Do You Want A Sneak Peek?)

From The Ground Up...date (ha!)

Confirmation: Amines Are Like Drugs 😛

Made-It Monday: BOOK TROPE PINS! was originally published on Amy Laurens

#Amy Laurens #book trope pins #enamel pins #Kickstarter #made-it Monday #sketches and drawings oh my #The Black Kookaburra

[sparksthatfly]

Love is Made of a Cup of Sugar, a Hint of Spice and a Pinch of Madness

“Pipe down,” said Nan. She was trying to hear the 7 O'Clock news. The same gassy old man burped up the news. He spoke so slowly he made our pastor sound like Eminem.

Mr Patel and my Nan lived next door to each other and one day Mr P. broke down a piece of that wall to build a door, well actually, a beaded curtain.

Tonight, he was making his famous spicy curry for dinner. Mr P. looks a bit like a tanned walrus. His prolific grey mustache curls down the sides of mouth and grey stubble dot his chin. His bushy eyebrows often raise above his tortoiseshell glasses with another cheeky response that would slide across his lips.

He sang as he cooked, instinctively tucking his fingers into bright spices and adding them into his curry. The smell of strong after-shave and turmeric wafted through the apartment.

The radio was still playing in the background. Slow-talker Schimmel was interviewing a gentleman involved in the making of the new Gillette advertisement pushing men to be ‘be better’ and ‘slamming toxic masculinity ‘. Ultimately, it gave off the feeling that ‘men are toxic’. After years of celebrating masculinity, Gillette infuriated loyal male customers in the masses.

Mr Patel couldn’t care less about the interview. He called out, “Erma, how can you listen to that man. He’s so boring. He makes me want to fall asleep in your kitchen.” He quickly walked into his apartment and came back bustling through the beaded curtain with a tape in his hand. He pressed it into my gran’s radio and blasted what sounded like a Bollywood soundtrack.

Nan tilted her head back and breathed in the atmosphere that is Mr Patel. Replying to my curious look, she said, “ I never traveled Love, but when Mr Patel is here I feel like I’m a million miles away. I feel like a little piece of India has broken off and is standing in my kitchen.”

My gran told me that she only started to know Mr Patel one early Summer morning. Nan had coincidentally come out to water her pansies at the same time Mr Patel was tending to his herb garden.

He hadn’t realized she was there. He laid back in the dark green plastic garden chair on his balcony. After a brief sigh, he started speaking in Hindi.

My gran, who had seen so many seniors going loony living alone chirped,” Mr Patel, who are you speaking to?”

“He looked like he was speaking to a ghost,” Nan said.

He was so stifled his glasses fell off his face as he rapidly turned to see who was up at 5 AM - a time he reserved for private solace.

“Please, call me Rajesh,” he said when he discovered it was Erma leaning on her rusty balcony bars.

“Can I call you Raj?” smiled Erma.

“Actually, Mr Patel was fine,” he said in a half sarcastic, half happy manner.

“Are you okay, Rajesh?” Erma asked sympathetically.

He rested his quivering lips against his fingers, trying to fight back tears biting the back of his throat, “I had the most beautiful wife in the world. She’s been dead for ten years. But, I still miss her. Every. Single. Day.”

“So, you come out here and speak to her when you think no-one is listening,” Erma interrupted. Rajesh looked away and dried his tears on an initialed handkerchief from his wife - no doubt.

“You know there’s no shame in loving someone. To be honest I’m a little jealous ...” Erma pulled a cigarette from a box hidden in her pot plants, taking a drag as she reveled in her envy. Sure, she had been married. Even before he left to buy some milk and never came back, she knew he was in love with someone else - the one who got away. For a second she couldn’t help but pretend she was Fatima (her imagined name for Rajesh’s wife).

The next day at 7 AM (5 AM became a time Erma avoided as an unspoken rule) she called out from her balcony,” Mr Patel, do you have a cup of sugar I could borrow?” After his feet dragged his leather slippers to his own balcony he replied, “Madam, you can call me Rajesh,” he said as he slightly wobbled his head as he spoke. “Well do you?” she curled her faint lips.

When he came back Erma was sitting on her balcony with a tea kettle and two cups. “Would you like some tea, Rajesh?” she said sweetly. Her bright blue eyes that always shone with childlike content melted his suspicious mind. “Why do you want my sugar?” he questioned playfully. “For the tea. And, maybe I’ll bake a cake later,” she beamed.

Weeks went by ‘asking for sugar’. Sometimes Erma asked for sugar and sometimes it was Rajesh. And, on days they were feeling blue it was okay to say,” I’m sorry but I don’t have any sugar”.

Then, one Sunday they decided to go out for coffee together. There was an excellent restaurant downstairs from their apartments called Wendy’s Waffle House. Erma met Rajesh at the restaurant after she went to church. An ebony waitress with thin eyebrows and her wavy fringe pressed to her forehead came to take their orders. She looked like her meant to be job was auditioning for The Great Gatsby. Ultimately, her coquettish demeanor was shattered by her northern accent. She sounded like Amy Winehouse when she spoke.

As Wendy’s Waffle House became a regular spot for Erma and Rajesh, they became increasingly protective over their favorite waitress and friend - Ivy.

Ivy didn’t seem to have her eye on any particular guy. They all seemed manufactured by her insistence to have a bad boy. They all came stomping into the waffle house with their heavy black boots, slick hair and tattooed arms, looking for Ivy to take her on a date. She would come running out the restaurant’s bathroom dressed up and ready to go.

Erma and Rajesh would scowl at her 24-hour boyfriends. Eventually, Rajesh couldn’t take it anymore and demanded to meet her dates. It became such a regular litmus test Ivy’s manager would joke,” Ol’ Karma over there is going to grill his ars,” whenever a new date arrived. Ivy secretly liked it. Where she came from there was nobody who cared enough to see if a man was worth his salt.

Out of the blue, on a Tuesday, after Ivy had cleared the cups from Erma and Rajesh’s table she asked when they would be back at the restaurant. She smoothed her denim apron admitting that there was a guy she liked and she wanted them to meet him.

Mr Patel almost fell over whilst Miss Wise smiled so widely that her wrinkled pink cheeks thinned her cheerful blue eyes. “Oh, that fabulous!” she cooed.

Mr Patel with a serious look reasoned,” Why don’t you bring him up to my apartment and I’ll make my famous curry?”

Miss Wise sensing that this could be a bit invasive suggested,” At least let them go on a date first. We’ll make some tea at my place.”

“I’ll bring the sugar,” replied Mr Patel.

It was early Saturday afternoon. Ivy and her new boyfriend came to visit Mr Patel and Miss Wise. They were playing cards on her tiny balcony, drinking tea. Well, Rajesh was drinking tea and Erma was drinking Irish coffee. Cigarettes weren’t the only thing she hid in her pot plants.

Although Ivy’s date had a full sleeve of tattoos, his cotton collared shirt and freshly pressed jean shorts impressed Mr Patel. Miss Wise couldn’t help but notice the fresh bouquet of sunflowers resting on the cardboard box her date was carrying. He placed the box on the table to give Mr Patel a firm handshake and Miss Wise a gentle hug. He then handed Ivy the bouquet, she blushed.

“Hi, I’m John. It’s nice to meet you both. You mean a lot to Ivy.”

Mrs Wise curiously peaked inside the box. A group of puppies huddled together were sleeping. John explained that he had recently found this abandoned box of puppies outside his tattoo parlor and that he was planning to find them homes but at that moment he didn’t want to leave them alone. “Miss Wise would you mind looking after the puppies while we go out on our date,” he asked kindly.

Erma would have looked after a T-Rex if John had asked because he was such a good-looking and charming young man.

Rajesh inquired,” Erma and I are having curry tonight if you and John would like to join us?” The moment Ivy and John agreed the goofiest smile Erma had ever seen snuck up upon Rajesh’s face.

The date started with a picnic at Hyde Park. The only thing John had in his picnic basket was a bottle of wine and blanket with the Union Jack printed on it. He ran down the street to get a takeaway pizza. “A heart-shaped pizza,” Ivy exclaimed, “You are the cheesiest guy I have ever met,” she grinned.

“I thought we’d be tourists for a day,” John replied.

“Cheesy tourists,” Ivy cheekily touted.

Next, they took a cab to the London Eye. When their glass bubble finally arrived he pulled out a small Bose speaker from the picnic basket he still had in his hand and started scrolling down a list of songs on his phone. He settled on ‘I can’t get no satisfaction’. He looked around at the four other people in the glass capsule and said, “Does everyone know this song? Aren’t the Rolling Stones great?”

John was the type of guy who always lived like there was nothing to lose. Ivy found him seductively strange.

A German man wearing a canary yellow jersey with a bright blue collared shirt, matching pants and designer sunglasses pushed Ivy towards John. She stumbled towards him and grabbed his waist. He spun her until she was dizzy. The metro male German and matching wife were jiving in the background. But, the two voluptuous South African ladies who were brightly dressed in green outdanced everyone. When the ride was over, John quickly grabbed his speaker off the floor and they both hurried out of the capsule feeling invigorated and silly in the best way.

Their last stop was the pinnacle of every tourist’s experience in London - trying to make a Buckingham Palace guard smile.

It was time to go back to Erma’s apartment.

Dinner politely moved over to Mr Patel’s apartment, next door. Between the vibrant atmosphere and spicy dishes even John, a stranger, could see the chemistry between Miss Wise and Mr Patel. Between their private jokes and trinket arguments was some sort of spark. As he took another spoonful of curry John blurted out,” I’m surprised there’s even a wall between the two of you.”

Miss Wise’s cheeks turned bright red. But, Mr Patel’s eyes widened and almost exploded as his ego inflated trying to protect itself from a truth he hadn’t thought about before…

John quickly defused the situation,” I just meant you’re such good friends that you could be roommates.”

Ivy sardonically whispered, “Good save, Mate.”

hat night John’s words were fixated in Rajesh’s mind. “Mmm … Roommate, it could be fun,” he thought. He could finally have the beaded curtain he always wanted. He was secretly fascinated with hippie culture. He remembered walking into a flamboyant record shop with hippie slogans and floral designs on the walls and the smell of marijuana that clung to the air. He shrugged thinking about how incense and Yoga were never anything new to him but it would be nice to be a little more ridiculous and free for once.

His used his fixation to mask what or who he was thinking about.

The next day he phoned John. A professional sounding voice responded to his call.Rajesh was dumbstruck by the response and asked again if it was John on the other side of the phone.

“It’s me, Mr P., can I phone you back I have to operate on a Jack Russel right now.”

“John, I thought you owned a tattoo shop.”

“I have part ownership in a tattoo parlor and I’m a vet.”

“I would give this man my blessing tomorrow to marry Ivy, he’s a doctor,” Rajesh thought to himself, “An animal doctor but still a doctor.”

“Hey John, will you help me break down a wall?” he asked awkwardly.

“Uhm, sure. Let me phone a friend to help,” John never expected his comment at dinner to be taken seriously.

The next day whilst he was helping John break down a piece of his wall and put in a bright orange beaded curtain, Ivy went shopping for Miss Wise.

Rajesh entered her apartment like a genie from a lamp through the hole in the wall when Erma arrived at her apartment. She yelped, “ Is this your idea of an overdue mid-life crisis. I was hoping for a much younger girlfriend or for you to become Uber’s first tuk-tuk driver in London.”

Rajesh rolled his eyes, “Don’t you see we’re roommates now.”

“The real rebels of Bloomberg apartments,” Erma chuckled.

“Hippies, actually…”

“I get it,” tears of laughter streaming down her face, “Communal living.” “

She calmed her laughter which seemed to be bruising his dreams and his ego like a soft peach.” I think it’s a lovely idea Rajesh. Life would be so boring without you, Deary,” she admitted tenderly.

Erma went to bed but Rajesh stayed up and sat on his balcony praying to Ganesh - the remover of obstacles. He finally admitted to himself that he was falling for a woman who’s not his wife and nor is she Indian. Ganesh whispered,” I am not the god you are looking for.” His mind veered to the God of Duty - Vishnu. Rajesh wondered if there were any obligations he truly had left toward his community.

He had been a faithful husband, a good father and a stable pillar of his community for many decades. Was it not, in fact, his duty to live his life to the fullest. He didn’t want to live the last remaining years of his life with any regrets. He walked through the beaded curtain, towards Erma’s bedroom. He laid behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

Erma woke up to a familiar warmth and asked,” Why are you in my bed?”

“You were right I am having a midlife crisis but it’s not over yet. I need a much younger girlfriend.”

Perhaps when Nan is speaking about her spicy neighbour it’s not in reference to his cooking ...