Away from home again

Another few days in Bristol for me and Keith and Paddy are left to look after themselves. So, naturally, Keith looks in the fridge, decides there is nothing there to take his fancy, in spite of the fact that I did the weekly shop on Wednesday, and off he goes to the local Chinese for a sweet and sour chicken take-away. Great for the diet!
"Oh, Chinese food isn't fattening, you know," says Dad, "it's just that they give you a lot of it."
(Why is it that men always feel the need to gang up on us?)
That was yesterday.
Today I get a plaintive cry that the pizza I left for him in the fridge should really have been left in the freezer because, when he took it out, he found that it was 'rubbery'. In vain do I try to convince him that I have stored pizzas in the fridge many times before and they've been fine; this time, it isn't.
I can only presume that the pizza is in its current inedible condition because I am away from home.
No, I didn't think it was very logical either. Oh well, he must be missing me!

8 comments:

cheshire wife said...

Are you sure that the pizza has been cooked?

Jennytc said...

Well, that could explain it...maybe. ;)

Jay said...

The pizza is clearly sulking. Like someone else, mayhap. LOL!

Jennytc said...

Ha! Got it in one, Jay. ;)

Flighty said...

I'm sure that Paddy doesn't have any such problems with his food! xx

Jennytc said...

He's very easy to please, Flighty. ;)

Grumpy Old Ken said...

A man after my own heart!

Jennytc said...

'A man' - hmm, I think that's the clue, Ken. ;)

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