Meals On Wheels.
My wife loves my mother very much. But, I suspect, is slightly relieved that she's not her mother as mine is 97 and of frail mind and body (see previous post...). I always get the impression that there's a certain smugness there - until now.
Her Mom is 20 years younger and is still active and of sound mind and, well, nearly body.
We invited Mom-and-Dad in-law over the other Sunday for Sunday Roast. So we did the usual going-to-town on the joint of meat, vegetables, roast spuds and the like. We had just got the joint cooked to perfection when the phone rang.
"Hello, sorry, I'm not very well and I can't travel, sorry. You haven't gone to much trouble have you?"
"Oh no. Not at all(!)", my wife made that wonderful face like she was sucking lemons.
"I, am, not, wasting this piece of meat!"
"Got a plan then?"
"Actually, yes, the meat's done. The spuds are half done and we haven't started the veg yet. Why don't we just pack it in towels in the boot of the car and drive down. It's only 25 minutes."
"Sounds like a marvellous plan, tell your mother to get the oven on and your Dad to open the Merlot!"
My wife was unusually quiet on the journey down.
"Are you OK, love?"
"Hmm, yes, sort of. When was it your Mom started getting Meals-On-Wheels?"
Her Mom is 20 years younger and is still active and of sound mind and, well, nearly body.
We invited Mom-and-Dad in-law over the other Sunday for Sunday Roast. So we did the usual going-to-town on the joint of meat, vegetables, roast spuds and the like. We had just got the joint cooked to perfection when the phone rang.
"Hello, sorry, I'm not very well and I can't travel, sorry. You haven't gone to much trouble have you?"
"Oh no. Not at all(!)", my wife made that wonderful face like she was sucking lemons.
"I, am, not, wasting this piece of meat!"
"Got a plan then?"
"Actually, yes, the meat's done. The spuds are half done and we haven't started the veg yet. Why don't we just pack it in towels in the boot of the car and drive down. It's only 25 minutes."
"Sounds like a marvellous plan, tell your mother to get the oven on and your Dad to open the Merlot!"
My wife was unusually quiet on the journey down.
"Are you OK, love?"
"Hmm, yes, sort of. When was it your Mom started getting Meals-On-Wheels?"
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