It ought to have been an event-filled morning, the last bit of balmy weather for a while. As it was we had to wait in, twiddling thumbs, for the ParcelFarce man to come and collect a big heavy parcel–Graham sold our redundant dehumidifier on eBay–” between 9 and 2″. He turned up at 2:28, just as the last trace of sunshine disappeared behind the cloud and a chill wind blew up.
We decided we’d dash out for shopping to Tesco at Neath Abbey and grab a burger lunch in Burger King on the way home.
Tesco’s was dire. The Burger King was fine. I had a double whopper meal with super fries. Graham had to have the same otherwise he’d have felt left out. As it turned out I ought to have made a much smaller choice because I was really struggling towards the end. I have been training myself to take and enjoy much smaller portions as I approach 70. There’s no better way to postpone 80 indefinitely than to continue eating meals fit for a navvy.
“Cor!” I breathed as I stuffed in the last morsel. ”That was mighty meaty, matey. What shall we have for dessert?”
“I thought you were full?”
“Course I am. My savoury tummy is stuffed. But as you know perfectly well, dessert goes into a different compartment.”
“Ah yes. I’d forgot. Something with ice cream in it?”
“You gottit.”
Home, and a late siesta, more out of form than necessity. It’s just getting dark now, at 18:41, and the sky is almost clear. It’ll be cold tonight or I’m a monkey’s uncle.
Ah, that training to smaller portions thing–it seems to be part of the beginning of each new decade and one which I particularly dislike. Still, I don’t think they serve Double Whoppers in hell, so I still fully enjoy the exceptions.
“But as you know perfectly well, dessert goes into a different compartment.”
Hee, good one! I will remember it and use it!!
xoxo
Mmmmmmm – Super fries! (although I tend to like McDonalds fries better) – but hey – you can’t beat a double whopper! Dang – now I want to go out for fast food! Will have to settle for the soup I made today. Thanks so much, John.
*Wendy – I wonder what they are serving in Hell, these days? I do hope they have the above mentioned Mickey D’s fries!
Don’t ya just hate waiting around for people, John. I waited all morning here, for my insurance man to assess the damage from the deer that hit me a month ago!
No ‘doggy bags’ there John?
Oh, we are not alone. Reduced-Portions-R-Us here too. Not voluntarily tho.
Yes, it must be like this! Apparently we all have different compartments in our stomach for normal food, dessert, drinks… That’s it, John!
Lovely! Yes, indeed, ice cream does go in a different compartment! Either that or “dessert just fills in the cracks,” as my dad used to say.
Hugs from presently chilly, but soon to be warm Corea,
~ Sil