As I was about to kiss Valentino by the Italian stream, I got a rapping on my bedroom door. It wasn’t a manic Monday more of a *Terrorise mum Tuesday* Since she got her license she seems to find a new sense of independence, not this early I thought. Twin no.2 wanting to know if I want Mackers for brekky as well. They know I don’t fancy Mackers much but don’t mind the brekky menu now and then. I said there’s lots of food in the fridge and selection of cereals in the cupboard too, not to mention weetbix and Uncle Toby’s oats as well. Nahhh, we want Mackers this morning, she said. Okay it’s a toss between the pancakes and the egg Mcmuffin, I settled for the latter. She asked for money, ahhh that’s the catch I have to pay for it if I want it. They know well I don’t have any left, since they bled me dry for ice cream the night before and I’m not about to hand them my atm card. I said they can raid the jar for change. As I heard the front door slammed and the revving of their newly acquired second hand blue mini cruiser, I tried to drift back to the land of nod’s stream but Valentino was gone. I decided to get up and tidy things a bit in the bathroom.
I was still upstairs when I hear the front door slammed again. Mum come down! Oh my! what a sense of urgency. I’ll be there in a sec, as I leisured down the stairs stopping to pat our pup that was following me, the holler again. There they were at the table, double trouble plus no.2’s bf, all glum. I asked how was it? The reply was a chorus of *fine. I was puzzled with the long faces. Was it the burgers? Did they have a fight on the way home? Darting a suspicious look at them, I reached for the obvious brown paper bag for my feed. Then, I was handed a piece of paper, *the fine. What? What did the boy in blue got you for? Speeding? “Nooo, read it, mum really it was your fault.” Why? Smarty Pants no. 2 said, “You drove our car yesterday to work remember? You did not put back my P plates” My car was being serviced, so I borrowed theirs. I did reason with them it’s their responsibility to check before they drove off. But arguing with them is always like *wrestling piglets in the mud* you both get dirty but only the piglets get satisfaction out of it. We agreed to split the fine. That was the most expensive egg Mcmuffin brekky I had in a while. And it wasn’t fine at all. But we all learnt for our mistakes, at least they are okay. No more Mackers for us for a while. That was a week back, noting the brown paper bag in the bin, they were back for more Mackers and it’s just fine this time.
I was still upstairs when I hear the front door slammed again. Mum come down! Oh my! what a sense of urgency. I’ll be there in a sec, as I leisured down the stairs stopping to pat our pup that was following me, the holler again. There they were at the table, double trouble plus no.2’s bf, all glum. I asked how was it? The reply was a chorus of *fine. I was puzzled with the long faces. Was it the burgers? Did they have a fight on the way home? Darting a suspicious look at them, I reached for the obvious brown paper bag for my feed. Then, I was handed a piece of paper, *the fine. What? What did the boy in blue got you for? Speeding? “Nooo, read it, mum really it was your fault.” Why? Smarty Pants no. 2 said, “You drove our car yesterday to work remember? You did not put back my P plates” My car was being serviced, so I borrowed theirs. I did reason with them it’s their responsibility to check before they drove off. But arguing with them is always like *wrestling piglets in the mud* you both get dirty but only the piglets get satisfaction out of it. We agreed to split the fine. That was the most expensive egg Mcmuffin brekky I had in a while. And it wasn’t fine at all. But we all learnt for our mistakes, at least they are okay. No more Mackers for us for a while. That was a week back, noting the brown paper bag in the bin, they were back for more Mackers and it’s just fine this time.
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