Words from a Bird. Day 82
The husband is on a diet. He doesn't know, as I haven't told him, but rest assured, by the summer I would hope that the hair on his calves might have started growing again after being deprived of sunlight over the winter.
It was a trifle which triggered my decision....a family sized trifle for one. (this would be a single person with no children sort of family) Need I say more? Even the husband had the decency to admit that he didn't feel too brilliant after eating it in one sitting. I suppose that it is slightly my fault that he ended up with a trifle in the first place. You'll remember from yesterday that I had no pudding to offer after the roast dinner, so when son number 2's BFF offered to drive out and get him something, it was more than he could cope with.
'Trifle....a family one. And if they don't have a large one, don't worry, I'll have three small ones instead..'
They were gone ages. I thought at one point that the husband might have given up and gone to bed. His spoon (one of those large serving spoons which are generally found stuck in a bowl of sprouts at Christmas) had gone warm, he had been holding it that long.
So the family trifle arrived. It took a lot less time to leave the building than it did to get here, and having finished it, the husband looked like Eddie Izzard after his twenty seven marathons.... slightly grey with a glistening sheen of sweat across his forehead.
So tonight I served spaghetti with spicy salmon for dinner. I would normally use two bags of pasta for the three of us, but tonight only opened one. My decision was based on the 'if it's not there, you can't eat it' theory.
Dinner was placed in front of the husband who immediately looked panicked.
'Have I missed our anniversary or something?'
'No, why do you ask?'
'Well, you don't normally do a starter, so I assumed we were celebrating something...'
Maybe twenty seven marathons would be easier...