I did roast pork tonight, of course Emily wouldn't eat it so I heated up some chilli and some tortillas for her. Just as I was dishing all this up Phill just HAD to go outside to do something terribly important. So I was trying to carve the meat, make gravy, cook vegies, and get the chilli and tortillas reheated. I yelled out for someone to come and help me to no avail (of course). I discovered that Corelle isn't in fact indestructable and shatters into a million tiny pieces when thrown. Phill told me to shove the dinner up my arse and Emily called me a bitch and flounced off to her room without eating anything. I threw the rest of the pork away, it was crap anyway, one of those tied up with string things that I normally never buy. I was raised very differently to Phill, if Mum was good enough to cook us a meal, we were there to assist her and definitely came to the table as soon as we were called. Emily is such a Percy, none of them have any manners at all, they are all pigs. Josh was sweet and ate his dinner and apologised for not being there to help serve up. He is much more like my side of the family. We are just wonderful. Well I am anyway.
I'm waiting for Phill to ask me where the rest of the meat is. I'm going to tell him it's up my arse.
I had a long chat with Matthew last night (Kate's bio dad) and we are renewing our friendship in a way I never thought we would. I have no romantic feelings at all for him now, but to me, he is family and I am so glad we are on good terms now. I think Kate is warming to the idea of having him in her life, they are so alike in so many ways and I think they will get on well. He texted me this morning and asked if I had any photos of Mark, an English guy who shared our house in Sydney. There were four of us, Marie was an older woman, Mark and Matt and me, that is where we met and fell in love. I went out and got the old photo album out and scanned some photos and emailed them to him. Talk about a trip down memory lane. We were so young, so slim and so in love!
Matty and me on Maroubra Beach, 1987.
Mark and me the day he flew back to the UK. I cried when he left, we were all so close. And young. And slim.
I'm going on a diet tomorrow, really.
2 comments:
This post so reminded me of days that I've had -where you stand there and think 'what is this all about?'
In fact it very much reminded me of my previous life! Just like your upbringing we all would be expected to rally round and help Mum if she'd made a nice dinner - heck if we didn't I doubt we would have got any but we knew about helping and appreciating - we did ducks! you and I are from a different generation.
Don't despair - My kids have done this to me - my ex would never come to the table when it was ready -and I'd think bloody hell - i've just wasted 2 f'ing hours of my life in this kitchen and for what!
You look SO beautiful in your photo and it's good to have some history on it now after seeing it on Facebook - YOU are still SO beautiful, even more so - you are still the same girl, with the same fun, and the same dreams. I LOVE YOU!
What a temptress you were - I get a shock when i see photos of me in my 20's I had this clear porcelain skin - where did it go - my eyes were wider and I had thick black eyebrows - no chin hair..Work hard on that...ah..but I have learned wisdom...so that helps
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