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I have to eat damnit!
Aug. 15th, 2008 10:44 pmThe fates think otherwise?
Tuesday: Was a very long day, I didn't get to eat until 12, and even then, all I had was a cheese straw whilst driving to the prison. (Where they'd already had the meeting I drove 2.5hours to get to.) When I left the prison it was 4.30 and there was no point stopping for 'lunch' as Mum and I were going to have an Indian takeaway for dinner. We'd planned it for a while, and had discussed it again that morning. At 7pm I stopped to call Mum to see exactly which meal she wanted. Phone was answered by Dad, who asked me if I'd mind calling back in 10 minutes or so, as Mum was eating dinner just at the moment...
Wednesday: Mum, horrified when she realised that she'd stood me up with meal Tuesday night, suggested we postpone it until Wed night and have the meal then. Cue a 6 o'clock phone call. Mum answers, which is unusual at the moment because of her health and getting up not being easy for her, she explains it is beacuse Dad is busy cooking their tea...
Thursday: The previously mentioned mouldy mozerella misery.
Friday: I visit the folks on the way home from work. Dad is out but Mum and I chat for a while over a cuppa. Dad walks in and stops dead in the doorway. "Oh, I didn't know you were going to be here." - which is not his usual welcome... He stands there sheepishly for a moment,then reveals - "I've bought your Mum and me takeaway for our tea."
!!!
Tuesday: Was a very long day, I didn't get to eat until 12, and even then, all I had was a cheese straw whilst driving to the prison. (Where they'd already had the meeting I drove 2.5hours to get to.) When I left the prison it was 4.30 and there was no point stopping for 'lunch' as Mum and I were going to have an Indian takeaway for dinner. We'd planned it for a while, and had discussed it again that morning. At 7pm I stopped to call Mum to see exactly which meal she wanted. Phone was answered by Dad, who asked me if I'd mind calling back in 10 minutes or so, as Mum was eating dinner just at the moment...
Wednesday: Mum, horrified when she realised that she'd stood me up with meal Tuesday night, suggested we postpone it until Wed night and have the meal then. Cue a 6 o'clock phone call. Mum answers, which is unusual at the moment because of her health and getting up not being easy for her, she explains it is beacuse Dad is busy cooking their tea...
Thursday: The previously mentioned mouldy mozerella misery.
Friday: I visit the folks on the way home from work. Dad is out but Mum and I chat for a while over a cuppa. Dad walks in and stops dead in the doorway. "Oh, I didn't know you were going to be here." - which is not his usual welcome... He stands there sheepishly for a moment,then reveals - "I've bought your Mum and me takeaway for our tea."
!!!
