Peachy
Sometimes the silliest of things annoy me.
She's making dinner.She's going to serve it up on those peach coloured oval plates.The one's I hate.I don't know why I hate them,I just do.Perhaps it's because she thinks they are posh looking.Maybe so.Mum used to use them for Christmas dinner,Maybe that's why I don't like them,It's just another reminder she's not here.But it still annoys me.It's up there with those other things she does that annoys me.Like the upside down opening of crisp packets,Or the back to front buttering of tea biscuits.And when she leaves the teabag in the cup, And I don't notice until I am almost finished my tea.And when she moves things she's not meant to,And then she can't remember where tooAnd they are lost and gone forever;Or at least until they unexpectedly turn up somewhere she said she didn't put them.And when she butters the bread for tinned soup When I only like it buttered for home made.Here it comes.The peach coloured plate."lovely " I say.I expect it will be tea and back to front buttered tea biscuits after dinner...