Sunday, 18 February 2007

It's happened

During my childhood Sunday meant Sunday roast.

For my children Sunday just means the day after Saturday and the day before Monday.

I do cook, and so does Dave, after a fashion, but we rarely bother with a roast dinner. It just seems like hard work.

The other thing I remember about Sunday was my mum's afternoon nap. I used to think it was strange that she'd disappear for an hour or so to sleep.

Well I've just cooked, and we've just eaten, a roast and pudding. Very nice it was too.

And I could really do with 40 winks. It has happened. I have become my mother.

1 comment:

Ann said...

Darryl




I certainly can't blame you, your mother, or anyone else for disappearing for 40 winks after preparing, cooking, and eating a lovely roast dinner!


Posted by Darryl On Sunday, February 18, 2007 at 8:43 PM
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RNB


I saw your "current mood" and for a moment thought you'd quit work

then I realised

When we were growing up in the tropics, my dad would come home from work at lunch and have 40 winks every day

Today I did the same .. except the going to work bit




Posted by RNB On Monday, February 19, 2007 at 4:28 PM
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