Friday Prattle

After my brief little rant earlier in the day I did what needed doing at work and then headed home.

It is only fitting that I should finish off the day with an incredibly dull prattle.  Not just for your sake, but for mine as I always like to record even the most mundane of days.

At the moment we have a couple of rooms in the house being repainted.  The kitchen/family room and the laundry.  As much as I wanted to have tangerine as a colour, I have followed advice and chosen a rather neutral colour called White Duck (half strength).  In my mind it should be called "Vague Beigey Grey" because that is what it is.   It will brighten the room, blend in the the rest of the house which is green and be a good contrast for the very dark kitchen benches I am having.

Still, tangerine would have been very pretty indeed.

By the end of the month life will be back to normal and I will be able to cook inside.  Oh, wait, no.  That will not be until mid February which is when the stupid, big, overpriced oven comes from Italy.  Which, incidentally, I am in love with despite it bigness, stupidness and over pricedness.  There is a funny little story as to why I chose that particular oven.

Years ago, eons ago, I was a nanny for a wealthy family in a wealthy suburb.  They had a huge kitchen with every convenience you could imagine.  It was state of the art (would be very dated now).  But they had one thing I loved and that was an indoor BBQ grill.  I decided that one day I would have one of those, perhaps not so big, but I wanted one.  Now, almost thirty years later, I am getting a smaller version of it as part of the oven.  Unfortunately, it meant I had to get a giant range hood to suck up the fumes from the BBQ when I use it.  And I believe that my micro protein burgers will be very nice on it indeed.

Funny how one gets a fixed idea on something.

This evening we went out for dinner at a pizza restaurant.  At the table next to us was a family of four.

Parents and two children.  With them were a set of grandparents.  All very well dressed.  Neat, tidy, smooth and, I dunno, neater.  

They had been seated for a while when the waiter came up to discuss the menu and take orders for drinks.

The mother was very insistent on making sure her children were behaving as one should in a restaurant.  Manners were the order of the evening.

First she enquired the name of the waiter.  It was Giovanni.

She then made sure that her children addressed him correctly and used his name.

"Say thank you Giovanni"

"Say please Giovanni"

"No, it is "I'll have the wedges please Giovanni"".

It went on like that for a while.   Then after the waiter went away the two children were playing with their toys that they had brought along.  The girl had drawings to do and the boy had some toy zoo animals to play with.

At the same time the husband kept checking his phone and the wife took it off him.  Every time the children misbehaved she would explain politely to them how they should behave when out.

"Please sit still"

"Please leave your sister alone"

"Do not kick the leg of the table"

"Keep still"

"I told you to leave your sister alone"

It was a constant drone of instructions on how to behave. Her consistency and patience was impressive.  I know I would have just been a witch, said a rude word and thrown a bitch faced stare at the children.

However, despite all her efforts,  the results were in one ear and out the next.  In the end their food arrived and there was silence.

About half an hour later the two children started behaving like children again and the mother quietly told them to stop.  To no avail.  They maintained their naughtiness.  The mother then yelled, all polite demeanour done away with.  The grandparents yelled at them.  It was chaos for five minutes.

I just love it when other peoples children do their lolly when out and about.  It is very satisfying.

Whenever we eat out K and I like to finish off the meal with a coffee.  It annoys my son no end as he is busting to get home and reconnect the techno umbilical cord to his brain.

Tonight he said that after I have a coffee he will have one.  And then another one.  And just sit there all night having coffees just to force me to stay in the restaurant.

"But you don't like coffee," I said.

"It's not the point.  I am just going to have one to annoy you." he said.

Well, as it was, I had a coffee and he had a warm Italian donut filled with sweet custard.

So, now we are all home.

My weekend consists of a training walk on Sunday.

A house clean on Saturday.

A training walk on Saturday.

Then I might finish it off with another prattling post.

Ciao
LC