Sunday, November 09, 2008


Spoken in jest

I am not feeling my finest. Small matter: coffee covers a multitude of sins. I grind up the beans and put the kettle on to boil.

In walks the mum.

"Did you drink very much last night, Daniel?"

I weigh up the situation. I am well aware that the answer is "yes", but I don't really like to say it and leave myself open for whatever judgmental comment is to follow. On the other hand, I am also well aware that the mum knows the answer to be "yes", otherwise she wouldn't have asked. (I know- ridiculous isn't it.)

Furthermore, she did call me "Daniel." Definitely potential for hot water there.

"Why do you ask?"

"You went to the toilet in the night, then you came into my room."

"I'm terribly sorry about that."

"And I shouted: who's that, and you said: it's me, but I think I'll pass."


If I'd had a mouthful of coffee at this point, it would have come straight out my nose.

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