That was added to today by His mother who occasionally seems
to lie in wait for one's return home. At the end of a twelve hour day,
including public transport, all one really wants to do is come home and eat.
And yet there she was bobbing around as one stepped out of the shower... to
chat about how no one knows how to tune His grandmother's TV. As one hauled on
PJ's she asked where are you going? To cook dinner (it was 7.30 pm by this
stage) was the tart reply as one looked meaningfully at the oven she was
standing in front of... bad at subtlety too by that stage
And then He got up...
Really if one was able to go to bed like a small child one
would but...
There was still His lunch to fix, his breakfast to cook, salads
to prep, the cat to feed, washing to bring in off the line under the back porch
and a bit of folding to do...
And Him bobbing around...
Bad slave L
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