Every night, it seems, I am woken by the sound of Junior emerging from his bedroom for a midnight snack. Probably wouldn't mind, but every light goes on as he stomps down the hallway, past our room and on into the kitchen.
Nothing wrong with a growing boy wanting a snack, now, is there. But, then there is a TV to entice him. And no, he does not know how loud he can get before I charge out like a wounded bull. (Not very, eh...)
I think the worst part of the snacking is the pile of dirty dishes in the sink when I get up.
No, wait, it's the beetroot. The juice gets all over the floor, don't ask me how, and by the morning, it is a beautiful, clotted/sticky blood-red sort of colour. The cats do not like their breakfasts disturbed by humans frantically checking for wounded paws. However, I have discovered that it is a nice purple colour when wiped up with white kitchen paper. All good then.
Except for Mr Neurosis himself, AKA Blondie. His breakfast is just ruined I tell you.
It's enough to make a little puddy want to pass an anti-snacking bill.
PS, in case you are worried about me, I do love Junior. Otherwise I would ignore him and you wouldn't get to read all about it!
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Comment by allan, on 9-Jul-2008 17:07
This too will pass.....
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