Waste
Of any kind, really, but food especially.

Sweary junior has been having mates over for sleepovers recently. Fine and good, I don't mind, they're mostly no trouble, but the trouble with a lot of kids today is they're so bloody fickle about what they'll eat. So we don't cook on sleepover nights, we get pizzas. Children love pizzas, right?

Once pizzas have been demolished, however, and they all troop back off to play on MSN, making up their own new language in the process, the sweary missus and I are left to survey the damage.

Number of pizzas cooked - 5.

Number of pizzas actually eaten because they don't *like* the crusts and therefore only take two bites out of each slice before discarding at a fair portion of a perfectly good bit of pizza that still has loads of topping left on it - approximately 3.5.

It really bloody upsets me...

I also detest the fact that at the moment the computer is in our bedroom as there's no room anywhere else. Therefore our bedroom is not the out-of-bounds sanctuary that it should be and there's often an assortment of Sweary Junior's mates in there surfing the net. Thank fuck we're getting a loft conversion soon. I really fucking hate having a bunch of kids sitting in our bedroom, 'cause I'm old fashioned that way.

On proofing this before posting I noticed that I'd typed 'sewary missus' rather than 'sweary'. Given that her mind is in the gutter anyway she reckons I should have left it that way, but I'm too scared of the grammar police for that...

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 3 May 2008, 14:53, Reply)