October 12, 2015 by Michael Madden
Its a stressful time in a teenager’s life, moving from High School to College, and with all of the added distractions it is no surprise that there have been some bumps along the way. So, we decided to have a word with Ole, but before we did Zac issued a grave warning. “Don’t give him a mental illness – he might commit suicide. We’ve been doing about that in school.”
There really was no answer to that, and Zac plonked himself down quite prepared to be judge, jury and executioner.
Sally questioned why Ole felt he had to raise his voice, Ole replied that she always raised her voice. Zac decreed, “He’s got you there.” And so it went on, until it came to allocating jobs around the house.
Mum, “Zac does the bins (smug look on Zac’s face).”
Zac, “Yes Ole, I do the bins.”
Mum, “Actually Zac, you only do the bin in the kitchen. You need to do ALL of the bins”.
Zac, “Maybe I shouldn’t be involved in this conversation”
Footnote: The bins are still overflowing.
Tomorrow is 13th October. Watch out lads, there are women out there threatening to let loose their tatas! I kid you not. We could all be tripping over them. Best stay at home!
Where did all of my free time go? Ive got a ton of books to work on, a new musical about a rock & roll diner, and business opportunities that need due consideration. Something’s got to give. Maybe I’ll have to give up the day job.
Had to laugh when my sister posted on Facebook that she was listening to Cracklin Rosie whilst waiting for an X-Ray. “Can’t beat a bit of Johnny Cash” was her comment. Would have loved to have seen the reaction as she put on her best deep voiced Arkansas drawl to sing the Neil Diamond classic!
Last Friday was one of my favourite days of the year. Hospitality at York Races, but it wasn’t all plain sailing. I was, as ever, early, and I waited in the car as Sally put the finishing touches to yet another stunning outfit! She eventually came out of the door, got in the car, got out of the car, went back inside, came back out, got back in the car, and off we went. A mile or so later the doubts started. “Did you leave the key for Zac?” “No, I left the key in the door. You were last out so you must have left it.” “Not sure I did. But I suppose I must have done.” There were clear doubts in her mind, but then the certainty. “I definitely didn’t leave any money out for Zac for his tea. You shouldn’t have waited in the car. That doesn’t work for me.” So, you see, it was all my fault! Actually, the key was where it should be, and although I asked Ole to get some cash for Zac, our youngest was much more resourceful and procured his own funds, and more besides. A couple of hours later all was forgotten as copious amounts of champagne were downed, but the perils of waiting in the car are there for all to see.
Finally, a thought for you. When people die it is often their pets that get left behind, probably feeling as much pain as close friends and family. I think it must be the same for pan lids. Sally has burnt countless pans, but rarely the lid as well. No, those unfortunate ceramic or glass “hats” remain in a drawer like little orphaned children. Now, you may think that I am exaggerating, but as you can see below our particular drawer is overflowing with sad and lonely pieces.
Warning: Some readers may find the following scenes distressing.