I’m on the train coming home now after a lovely weekend staying with a friend. Lots of good food and conversation, sunshine and seaside walks. So far my train connections back have been fine. Mr 33 is making roast chicken for dinner. I told him I will go away for the weekend more often if I get roast chicken on my return. He said no.
I had a cup of tea and a coco pops in a Spurs bowl for breakfast. I hope Mr 33 doesn’t find out about this infidelity as he is an Arsenal fan. We both are. I am in denial about the 4-0 thrashing yesterday. I just saw the score on my phone so it didn’t happen. I am hungry now and the man with the trolley has gone AWOL.
I cannot phone Mr 33 as the block of four seats opposite me has four talking women sitting there. In reality one of them is talking 95% of the time. The others are just listening. I am trying to read but catch bits of their conversation or monologue and realise I am on a different wave length to them.
‘Mike had a selfie stick so we didn’t have to ask people to take photos of us. That is always so embarrassingly.’ Is it? I’m always happy to take photos of people and occasionally ask people to take photos of me and Mr 33. Owning a selfie stick would be embarrassingly for me and I’d rather die than use one.
The next comment that amazed me was: ‘Children are like pets they need routine.’ Do pets have a routine? I am still pondering this. Surely if you feed and walk your dog at the same time every day then you will give your children routine. Our guinea pigs never had a routine. They were lucky to be fed before we went to school and were played with as and when we felt like it. Most pets do what they want when they want. Any why say children are like pets.
I’m on my final train now heading for home, still awaiting the tea trolley. I have finished one of my books so I was right to bring two with me. I will enjoy telling Mr 33 this.
I will post this now and find some cash ready for the tea man. I hope you have enjoyed your bank holiday weekend.