I simply had to have it.
So into the trolley it went.
Going to take an age to roast.
Mother Update:
She's getting on my nerves.
Wrong size porridge bowl.
First "No lunch"...then "Where's my lunch?"
Bucket in drawing room for feet.
Meanwhile here I am phoning the surgery so that Madam can get her multiple fixes of ointments, lotions, potions, tablets, powders and pills.
I may try to get OUT tonight, not for long, just a change of scenery on account of me feeling a bit below stairs...
Being poisoned tonight:)
Corned Beef, sliced finely in order to make sure there's enough for sandwiches tomorrow which will be accompanied by wavy chips. Probably 1 ish.
Mashed tatties. Nobs of butter. Too fed up to care about cholesterol.
Peas, nuked. Then sugared and salted.
English mustard, a soupcon.
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Old Queen of Puddings. A nursery dessert favoured by older people who feel let down by Tiramisu.
Showing posts with label matricide. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Saturday, 17 September 2011
A Late Night With Denzel

I'm still in my nightie!
And not a chance in hell of getting dressed.
Just yet.
You see I had a late night last night.
After I'd served dinner we (she) decided that it'd be good fun to watch 'The Siege' with the "not bad for a black man" Denzel Washington. Yum.
So there we sat, Mother, John and I eating late night chocolate cake watching the FBI take on Ali Waziri et al.
Bless.
Yawn.
Would it be gauche, unclean or even unladylike if I blogged and peeled onions with my hair sticking up?
Would I be deemed un-daughterly if I told Mother that all day viewing of Poirot, Frost, Foyle and Jack Regan is NOT good and that a brisk trip around the weeds is far more beneficial?
Would I be seen as a little madam if I asked Her not to leave busted pill packets by the marmalade and headscarves on the lamp?
There she sits like an elf on a toadstool watching Poirot solve another ghastly murder while I teeter on the office chair unkempt and in need of a good something or other.
Groan.
Just to show that my plans for the perfect matricide are still simmering away nicely I will, after de-cobwebbing my eyeballs, make a fresh pot of tea for Her.
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