Christmas peace?
I am going to my brother's house for christmas dinner, and I called him to ask what I could bring along. He asked me to bake and bring a christmas cake. This reminded him of a conversation he had with my mother the day before.
I should preface it by explaining that my mother, although an extremely enthusiastic cook, is a terrible cook - constantly ruining things, messing up recipes, walking away and otherwise rendering inedible perfectly good food which in our childhood were referred to as 'burnt offerings'.
So my brother was talking with my mother about a new fire alarm he had just fitted at his home.
'Oh, those bloody things are a total waste of time!' remarked my mother. My brother expressed surprise, thinking that given her penchant for burning stuff, it would be a necessary item.
'Yes' she continued '...we've had one for ages and the stupid thing doesn't work. It drives me mad, it just keeps going off all the time!'
My brother and I just about died laughing.
I should preface it by explaining that my mother, although an extremely enthusiastic cook, is a terrible cook - constantly ruining things, messing up recipes, walking away and otherwise rendering inedible perfectly good food which in our childhood were referred to as 'burnt offerings'.
So my brother was talking with my mother about a new fire alarm he had just fitted at his home.
'Oh, those bloody things are a total waste of time!' remarked my mother. My brother expressed surprise, thinking that given her penchant for burning stuff, it would be a necessary item.
'Yes' she continued '...we've had one for ages and the stupid thing doesn't work. It drives me mad, it just keeps going off all the time!'
My brother and I just about died laughing.