Day #62 > THURSDAY 24th DECEMBER
Up at around 9.00am & the house is quiet – Bob has taken Mum out, presumably shopping as they were going to get a couple of supplies for the fridge along with some flowers to take to Sherrie’s on Christmas Day. I made lovely coffee, chatted with Lia, tidied up, did my washing etc. etc.
They arrived back just before 12.00 noon. They’d been to Costco. And Walmart. On Christmas Eve?! Ha. They looked like they’d been through the mill a bit but were armed with all sorts of sweet treats for the house, including a dustbin liner full of chocolate chips, a pizza the size of a cartwheel & more M&Ms than you could be counted with the human brain. Quite something to behold.
All passed reasonably well today; Mum told me that Bob had been quite polite today, although he didn’t measure up to being patient & kind, like scriptural love. Oh well. She seemed ok, & we walked Abel & chatted well.
After lunch – peanut butter & jelly on toast followed by ice cream for Mum, with just the ice cream for Bob – she went for a nap. Me too – typed up a bit of this & then back down just after 5.00pm & I hooked up Trinity’s live feed to their telly & we ate pizza watching. But. Something else then happened . . .
Bob shuffled into the den from the kitchen proclaiming that they were going to do a taste test. ‘For what?’ I enquired. Some mumbo-jumbo drivel ensued about brands & who owned the brands, but eventually I got the gist that the taste testing was for alcohol-free beers. Oh dear. They had one each. Mum wasn’t too fussed at all & said she could take it or leave it. Alas it was difficult to know with Bob, as I couldn’t get much out of him between the belches & the TV was so loud it made conversation nigh-on impossible . . .
Turns out that alcohol-free beer is actually up to 0.5% alcohol – who’d have thought it! – & also does does 0.5% favours in breaking the addiction & habit of the taste & smell of beer. We need help here!
Out of the blue – & just discernible above the din of the box – at 8.45pm it was decreed: ‘Bob is going to bed. Merry Christmas.’ Mmmm. Very early for him – wonder if that beer was playing havoc with his innards? Truly hope so, as it’s a slippery slope, which Mum agreed with when I voiced my concerns about beer . . .
Sigh. Night night both, Merry Christmas.
