He ain't heavy, he's my brother...
When son number two did an Elvis and left the building some years ago, the husband suggested that I should stop cooking for him every night. After all, I was working too and he was more than capable of finding something to eat - these were his words, not mine, before you start feeling sorry for the silly old fool. However, a couple of weeks ago, I started feeling a bit guilty about this and suggested to the husband that I would make him a small nourishing meal each evening which I hoped would stop him from eating my body weight in cheese and crackers each night. 'Are you saying I need to lose some weight?' he asked. Now as anyone with a pulse would know, this is dangerous territory, but after some rapid internal brainstorming, I came up with a reason somewhere along the lines of wanting to have a sit down together before we headed off to the sleep-inducing recliners we've just had delivered. Well it worked, and for the past ten days or so, he's been getting some lo