As she watches the fat drip from the meat she is preparing for their dinner, she wonders
how did it get to be like this again?
He had just told her that he needed her to take him to football for a 9.30pm kick off. As she added the sieved tomatoes and chopped onions, her mind was ticking over. How would she be able to manage this one then. A dash of salt, a shake of black pepper a large pinch of mixed herbs, she has always enjoyed puzzles and logic problems but this could take a bit of working out.
'Couldn't you fetch 'The child' early?'
'Not possible they wil still be on the mini bus until about 9.20'.
A slug of brown sauce and a large pinch of her secret ingredient (they have never noticed). If she plans it right and they leave on time she could just do it but it would be tight. She had planned to take her time cooking after another long day at work. No rush to get dinner served tonight, she could have it ready for when she got home after collecting 'the other worker' and 'the child'. But not now, now everything she had planned was going to change. Now she needed to have dinner ready by 8.oo so that 'the man child' could eat in plenty of time to allow him to be comfortable during his time in goal. Now she would have to leave home earlier.
As she stirs the meat laden sauce she begins to plan her escape. Warnings have been issued, in 48 hours time her free taxi service is being withdrawn temporarily. She has made plans that don't include them. Adding spaghetti to boiling water she contemplates the Friday afternoon traffic as she heads towards London then on further north to a destination that promises friends, music and booze. A welcome boost to her empty social calendar. It may only be a short break but a short break from normal routine has to be refreshing, either that or she will sleep like the dead and miss all the fun again!!
