We have had a flurry of visitors. The latest being my lovely man’s sister. She loves him very much (as he deserves), and there is much chatting and reminiscing.
I am listening, with half an ear, at the chatting outside while I am, inevitably, working.
As a side note, we have been without lentils for a while. I am uncertain how we got into this sad state, but that’s how it’s been.
The favoured lentil dish is, in fact, one that their mum used to make. So, of course, the conversation took this turn.
My lovely man’s sister is a great cook. I am not.
I braced myself.
Oxtail and the lentil dish were decided on.
I see you have a hot pot she said, how does it work and I’ll use that.
As you can see, I said, it is a virgin still in it’s wrapping, and all the manuals are in that drawer. I’ll be in my office.
You have an amazing amount of gadgets for someone who doesn’t cook she commented.
I am nothing, if not prepared for visitors and the services they offer, I replied.
It was not too long before she started asking ridiculous questions like ‘where are the onions and potatoes’.
Assume nothing I said, here’s some paper and a pen, make a list.
I just need one onion she tried…
I’m in my office I reminded her.
