Wednesday, June 09, 2010
On breaking the house rules again again again
"What did you have for breakfast?" she asks.
"Err... toast," I admit.
"Did you use a spoon?" she demands, in a tone that suggests the offending implement has been found jammed up the dog's bottom.
"Why..." I say, struggling to find the logic, "Why should I use a spoon for toast?"
"I hate seeing butter in the marmalade and marmite in the butter. Use a spoon."
That told me. New house rule.
And so, the next day:
"Where are all the spoons?" she asks.
"In the washing up"
I count off on my fingers: "Butter, margerine, marmite, jam, marmalade, tomato ketchup, brown sauce, barbecue sauce, Chicken Tonight, Ragu."
"Is that all?"
"And the one I found up the dog's bottom."
"You disgust me."