Gotanygrub?

By Bad Dad on Aug 5, 08 08:32 PM

I remember once watching the marvellous comedian Dave Allen mimicking his children scouring the fridge for food.

Like little Nearnderthals he told how they flung open the fridge door with the barely intelligible chant of "anythingdecentinere" usually following by the wail of "theresnevereanythingdecentinthebloodyfridge".

I laughed along with my favourie Irish comic, little knowing that his impression would come back to haunt me.

Now I seem to spend most of my evening preparing impromptu meals for ungrateful childen who would, they assure me, literally starve to death before my eyes if I didn't cook.

To the untrained ear their whining is just a noise, but to me it's a constant reminder of how every penny I earn is being eaten away by these people who have invaded my once sane and civilised house.

I wouldn't mind if my wife and me got a 'thank you' now and again or a bed made - but we can always dream.