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More stubbornness

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February 4th, 2021

I am nice. I won´t call it senile stubbornness, even though I am tempted. But why would one choose a car repair shop to do the yearly inspection which is 25 kilometres away when there´s one of the same marque only three kilometres away from our house? Prices are the same, equipment also. But dearest husband mine insisted (once again) that I had to pick him up at his favourite car repair shop where he had brought his Golf to. I understand that it would take him about two hours to get back home from this shop, because bus service is complicated, but I really was not keen on driving with my hand hurting way more than the day before. And, of course, bring him back to the repair shop in the afternoon so that he could pick up the car again.
On returning home hubby decided that he better search another Lidl for the things he had seen in the weekly leaflet but could not get in the one near our home. What shall I say? It was a long, long shopping trip for my husband, but he finally got the things he wanted. Our freezer will be overjoyed to have another load in the already stuffed drawers. It is true that number four will be back from university for the rest of February from Saturday on, and this one either sleeps or eats when home, preferably at midnight, and not the things the rest of the family has for dinner. Or more precisely, he eats the things but raids the freezer at midnight for a snack, when everyone is already fast asleep. Please don´t ask me how often this one burned toasts (after doing toasties, which need high temperature setting while bread does not), and I got woken by the smell of burning bread wafting across the house. I do not want number four eat too much junk food, but hubby is constantly undermining my attempts at better eating habits, though he himself is the one who demands greens with each meal. No wonder that number four gives salad a wide berth, when there´s pizza and God-knows-what else in the fridge!

More stubbornness

I am nice. I won´t call it senile stubbornness, even though I am tempted. But why would one choose a car repair shop to do the yearly inspection which is 25 kilometres away when there´s one of the same marque only three kilometres away from our house? Prices are the same, equipment also. But dearest husband mine insisted (once again) that I had to pick him up at his favourite car repair shop where he had brought his Golf to. I understand that it would take him about two hours to get back home from this shop, because bus service is complicated, but I really was not keen on driving with my hand hurting way more than the day before. And, of course, bring him back to the repair shop in the afternoon so that he could pick up the car again.
On returning home hubby decided that he better search another Lidl for the things he had seen in the weekly leaflet but could not get in the one near our home. What shall I say? It was a long, long shopping trip for my husband, but he finally got the things he wanted. Our freezer will be overjoyed to have another load in the already stuffed drawers. It is true that number four will be back from university for the rest of February from Saturday on, and this one either sleeps or eats when home, preferably at midnight, and not the things the rest of the family has for dinner. Or more precisely, he eats the things but raids the freezer at midnight for a snack, when everyone is already fast asleep. Please don´t ask me how often this one burned toasts (after doing toasties, which need high temperature setting while bread does not), and I got woken by the smell of burning bread wafting across the house. I do not want number four eat too much junk food, but hubby is constantly undermining my attempts at better eating habits, though he himself is the one who demands greens with each meal. No wonder that number four gives salad a wide berth, when there´s pizza and God-knows-what else in the fridge!