….And Breathe

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So today was a busy one, up at 6 am to finish the last of the buns for my daughters bake sale.. thanks Betty Crocker for helping so nicely with that, then got the munchkin off to school dressed and fed with relative ease…before inhaling a coffee or two before work.

Once work was over I collected daughter, brought her home, decorated cakes, made her a snack and then said goodbye to hubby and just before we headed to drama class he shouts “what’s for dinner?”… mmmh… “darling, go to the kitchen just down the hall to the right, and whatever you see in there feel free to cook and eat we’re in a rush and no dinner will be made tonight…bye!”

Drama class was great fun (cause i got an hour to catch up with my friend and enjoy a coffee) then home we went. Half seven we walked in the door and I tell my angel to give daddy a kiss goodnight because it’s late and we have to get ready for bed.

When we go into the living room I did notice he was looking a little less of himself than prior in the evening and it became clear why….”hi” he says weakly “did you all have a good time?, I’m hungry are you hungry what shall we do for dinner?”

We were not hungry and I had made a rather good suggestion involving food in the kitchen if he wished to eat this evening… but as his slim fading figure started to disappear before my eyes i realised that he had sat in the same position thinking that I would either a) arrive home with some kind of delicious takeaway or b) run straight to the kitchen to make food for this poor starving man.

He looked so sad and literally was starting to vanish in front of my eyes… but i had no sympathy instead I listed all the things I’d already done that day, and proceeded to advise that I still had to put our child to bed, lunches to make, uniforms to wash, ironing to do and then I would finally get to sit down only to find it was bedtime and I had to get up and do it all over again, and on top of that he wanted me to make him a dinner!!!!!

He walked over to me with understanding in his eyes, yes finally the penny had dropped. He put his arms around me and with the tiny bit of strength he had left he hugged me and said “No no no, you don’t have to do all that by yourself, it’s OK… I’ll put her to bed !”…and breathe

Please Don’t Shop Alone….

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When my husband tells me he’s going to the shops I feel a tingle of both apprehension and fear.   It is impossible to ever know what he is going to return with.

We once had a full Salmon in our freezer for a year because he got it for such a good price.  It wasn’t gutted or portioned and he did neither of these things when he brought it home, so poor Fred, as i came to know him, was shoved in a drawer beside a bag of frozen peas and left to languish until such times he’d be needed, and no one ever needed him!

For dinner one evening i served him some chicken fillet coated in a chilli sauce which he loved, loved so much in fact that when he came back from the shops that night he had a full 10 litre tub of the stuff because the local butcher told him he could have it a wholesale price.  Told me it would be handy for BBQ season, which has come and gone twice and it’s still never been opened.

And we mustn’t forget the box of individual 50g mustard sachets, of which inside there were 500 of the bloody things…. and the reason for this purchase – it was only £5, and the catch – a week before the best by date!!

But his best purchases are the ones that you never see coming.  Like popping to Lidl to get some milk and returning with a full wetsuit and swimming shoes to match.  And the reason for this purchase, which was priced so well he couldn’t walk past it, the reason my friends was it would come in handy if he were to do a triathlon!  This was the first time I had ever heard this word come out of his mouth. It still hangs proudly in his wardrobe and he wears the swimming shoes as slippers but sadly that triathlon still hasn’t presented itself.

Again, loving Lidl, he came back with a canary yellow cycling outfit, of course it was priced so well it would have been a sin not to buy it, and of course it would come in handy for all those cycling trips he’d go one.  It hangs brightly by the wetsuit, sadly he keeps forgetting to submit his application form for the tour de France.

Or how about the little woven footstool he bought for our daughter to sit on, she loved it but sadly also enjoyed pulling the weave out and making big holes in it…so it was put away in the loft as he wanted to keep in good in case he ever needed it for fishing!! He has never fished!

One can only assume that he has a cunning plan to cycle to the coast, swim out to some rocks, place his bum on the little stool and give fishing a go….and if so I’ll pack Fred and some mustard and chilli sauce so he can at least have some lunch…