I don’t see why I should do anything. Mum nags and says I should get out of bed; I don’t see the point. I stay out of her way, nipping downstairs to get a cup of coffee and power through four or five ciggies, smoking on the back porch, when she pops out.
I grab a microwave meal and eat it standing in the kitchen. She wouldn’t know I’d been there if I didn’t leave out the packaging, my calling card, just so she knows I’ve eaten. I wouldn’t want her to worry.
That’s quite enough activity for the day.
3 comments:
I, for one, think it's very ambitious of you to eat while standing...
ha-love Jeaux's comment! where i was going to say...i'm a bit worried...let alone your mum...
I have lived in situations where I avoided people just like this! Not just my mother! haha. Great post.
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