Nothing in the Facebook Archives for today, but two for tomorrow.
I
shall have to be out sharp tomorrow so here’s a double helping,
half of which
is a day early.
7 March 2024 at 10:19
Sitting
here last night I commented "It's Mother's Day on Sunday."
"Oh
good, I didn't know that ... What have you run out of?"
"Baileys
... and there's no gin left either."
Sometimes
'subtle as a flying mallet' is the only way to go.
7 March 2024 at 19:11
Tea
tonight was pie and peas.
He has a small
tin of mushy and I one of marrowfat.
I
answer the call to the kitchen.
There
are two mismatched plates on the surface next to the cooker.
The Pukkah (we're being posh on special
offer) pies are brought out of the oven and tipped out of their foil cases on
to the plates.
Then he takes a long
handled colander to the sink, pours the pan of peas into it to drain and dumps
them unceremoniously next to my pie.
"You
can take the lad out of Sheffield..." I remark.
"It's
Thursday" he replies "We don't do airy fairy on Thursday."
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