A bag-lady in the making

Conversations I’ve had recently with my workmates who are as food obsessed as Eddie and I…

What’s for tea - conversation 1:

Lawrence: So, what are you having for tea tonight?

Me: Ummm, I could buy some salmon on the way home… but probably avocado on toast

Lawrence: Mmm, salmon…

What’s for tea - conversation 2:

Ben: What are you having for tea tonight?

Me: … tuna on toast

Ben: …

What’s for tea - conversation 3:

Lawrence: What did you have for tea last night?

Me:  … Um, I had peanut brownies and a couple glasses of wine…

Lawrence, Ben and Bec: *laughter*

My workmates have given up asking me what I have for tea.  I don’t blame them.  My diet has been terrible since Eddie went to WA after Easter.  I can’t believe I actually had peanut brownies and a couple glasses of wine for tea!

Luckily he’s flying back this afternoon. ‘Cause if he’d stayed away, I dunno, another week say, he may have come home to a bag-lady.  I’m not talking about the city kind of bag-lady who props herself against shop windows, ferrets through her plastic bags for a warmer jersey, and swears at passersby.  I’m talking about the suburbs kind of bag-lady who lounges in the corner of her couch, surrounded by old cups of tea, grape-bunch skeletons, empty brownie packets and tuna tins, watching old Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes, remembering the good old days when she was motivated enough to get off her arse and make herself a decent meal  containing all the important food groups.  I’m worried there’s a fine line in there somewhere.

Anyways, he’ll be here in an hour.  I’ve wiped the brownie crumbs off my mouth, hidden the empty tuna tins, collected all the tea cups, and wiped down that greasy patch where I’ve been laying on the couch.  Now, I’m all ready for a nice lunch at Cheung Sing this afternoon.  ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that’s the first place he’ll want to go… after a quick drive-by at Maroubra Beach.