We did something so very normal it was almost slightly
surreal. Putting on some spiffy clothes... in His case before they get too
big... we went out for dinner. A dinner might one add that was unbelievably
good. So good in fact that He cleaned up an entire days worth of protein in one
serving by the time he ploughed his way through the steak, prawns and
calamari... not to mention all those beer battered fries.
Personally one opted for a very good Guinness and beef pie
with a side of colcannon (for those of you without a childhood filled with
comfort food it is a mixture of creamed potato with onion and cabbage) and soda
bread. Oh my god in that one mouthful of colcannon it was like stepping back
through the years. It is strange how some foods do that... Mind you in those
days one could eat like that and not end up the size of a house. Sighs happy,
happy times...
Anyway He wandered down to his mother's end of the house to
say we were going out... more of a courtesy than anything else. Now most normal
people would have commented on how good He looked and boy did he look good. She
of course while lovely, is not normal. Oh no she commented that He was spending
too much money on clothes and he needed to stop losing weight...
Needless to say one small slave went to have a chat with
her...
And she knew she had done wrong. She looked up from her large packet of chocolate coated coffee beans, saw the look on one's face and nearly choked
on the damn things. As one pointed out to her being depressed about her own
increasing girth is not an excuse to project her depression onto her
offspring...
Yeah you are getting an idea why people find one small slave
so... confrontational at times.
But we had a lovely night out and He looked so damn young
and lean that one felt like the queen of jungle... well very cougarish at any
rate J
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Awesome!
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