Over A Week Now
Well, it’s been over a week now since our son left home. There have been no phone calls begging to come home. No emergency cash handouts. No turning up to cut the grass for me (as promised). I did phone him on Sunday to see if he was coming round for Sunday Dinner (as arranged) It was 3.40PM when I woke him from his slumbers. By the sound of his voice he had had a rough night. He said he might be round after dinner to cut the grass. Dinner came and went. No sign of him. He did manage to pop round yesterday (Tuesday) and he stayed for approx 5 minutes. The grass was too wet to be cut!
I told you about his room being cleaned out. Well, after we got rid of the rubbish we were then able to actually start cleaning the place. I got down on my hands and knees to get into all the pokey wee bits with the vacuum cleaner. I reckon, not only did we get approx 100 crisp packets in the rubbish part of the job, I must have vacuumed up the contents of maybe 5 of those packets from the floor. Invitation for mice or what? The room actually smells clean now (due to the fact that we have left his window open and got rid of all the odd manky socks and trainers lying around. Next on the agenda is to decide on what paper to decorate with. I know what I want, my wife knows what she wants, it’s just a question of agreeing on the same thing. In the meantime his ceiling will be the first thing to be painted followed by the off white / yellow gloss work around the doors and skirting boards.
One of the other things we found tucked away in his wardrobe. Something that has been puzzling us for years. Why did we have to keep on buying video tapes all the time. We came across the reason. There were 26 video tapes stashed away in the bottom of his wardrobe. Now we always knew that he had the odd tape up there in his room, but 26! There were many other items we found but I won’t go into details as you might get embarrassed.
I’m sure it will look lovely once it’s done. Somewhere we can be proud to say to someone, you’re sleeping in here mate.
Coming back to our son. Tomorrow he is supposed to come round and repay me the loan I gave him for his first months rent. Not only that but there was a wee bit extra I lent him as well. Also, he is supposed to be giving me, for safe keeping, next months rent money so that he is not tempted to spend it in the publicans toilet. It will be interesting to see what he actually gives me. Not only that but it is his mothers birthday tomorrow as well. What will he bring with him, if he even remembers. I have just texted him to remind him. It wouldn’t be fair on him if he came round here empty handed. His mother would be devastated!!!
To change the subject matter now. When my Father passed away in April his partner asked me was there anything I would like belonging to him She , acting as executor to his estate, was just making sure that things were done properly. There were these figures of Indians about 3” tall that were made out of clay and represented all the cultural and caste differences of life in India in the 1940’s / 50’s. My mum and Dad lived out there during that period. Anyway, I had seen these Indian figures on a visit to my Dad in Toronto and I always liked them. So, I said I would like them. They were duly wrapped up, very very carefully I might add, and sent off to me. Two parcels eventually arrived and upon opening them I was horrified. Out of 56 figures only about 20 were complete. The rest were all broken. Heads, legs, arms etc all broken off. You would think that the boxes had been kicked about like a football. Anyway, after much sorting of broken limbs and heads I managed to put together all but 3 of the figures. They are now pride of place along the top gable wall of the conservatory looking down at us when we are in there. They look great. It is only upon very close inspection that you would notice any damage to them. They have already been spoken for by my daughter. When I die she wants them. I hope I don’t die, again, for a while yet!
My wife and I were out the other night at her bosses surprise retirement party that was held in the Pickie bowling Club. Very nice venue indeed. The idea was, apart from it being a total surprise, was that we would do all the catering. When it was being organised, round at our house, I was asked, or maybe I volunteered, to make something. I went for a fresh fruit salad dessert. My favourite. None of your tinned rubbish there. All nice fresh fruit. I duly arrived on the night with this work of art and it was put away until the main course had been finished with. Then, the desserts came out. Quite a few of them I may add. The queue started at the other end of the table where they were displayed. I was really pleased with myself. Everytime someone passed me they commented on the fresh fruit dessert and how lovely it was. Who made it? It’s delicious etc (someone even said it was a work of art) I was nearly going the colour of the strawberries that were in the salad by this time. Anyway. Mine was one of the desserts that was nearly eaten all up. Should anyone be having a self catered do in the future I am now hiring myself out for McDuff’s Fresh Fruit Salad for a very reasonable fee.
Father’s Day will soon be upon us. As usual, my kids don’t know what to buy their loving Father for this wondrous occasion. I have dropped hints. Lets see if the hint has been taken. What have I been hinting at? Clint Eastwood Grand Torino Blu Ray DVD of course. It will be interesting indeed.
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Okee Dokee for now folks
Posted :: Tuesday 6/16/2009 4:21:00 AM