Who ordered home delivery?

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Just as Detective Whatshisface was turning up to arrest Alf, the doorbell rang. Mr Posy was out buying mince and spices so we could make tacos.

“Of course,” I thought to myself, “The only episode I watch of Home & Away all year, and Mr Posy’s Ma arrives just as everything is about to hit the fan.”

“Mr Posy?” she called.

“Hi. Mr Posy isn’t home.”

“Not home?” She looked down at the plate of food she’d brought over.

“He’s at the shops.”

“Damn,” I silently cursed. “Mr Posy isn’t supposed to be out buying groceries – I’ve just dobbed myself in.”

“At the shops? Okay.” His Ma sat down at the hideous table setting on our front patio, a gift from hers truly.

Huh? I stood awkwardly at the door. What had just happened? Why was she sitting down? I was confused. Should I invite her in? I felt like I was being Punk’d. I started messaging Mr Posy – “SOS. Your Ma is sitting on the front patio. She brought food. She wouldn’t come inside.”

“Miss Po-sy?” she called out. “It’s okay. No Mr Posy? It’s okay. Here. Dinner.” She handed me the plate.

“Thank you,” I smiled sweetly.

“And lunch for Mr Posy.” Out of a nowhere, a bag of bread rolls materialised.

  • Gayle
    November 30, 2010

    I don’t know what I’m more shocked about – the whole home delivery or the fact you watch shoddy Home and Away! LOL! 😛

  • miss posy
    November 30, 2010

    I get around to watching a few episodes a year – it was the finale and there was a wedding involved (always good for a good cry). What can I say, I love trashy TV 😉

  • Mez
    May 1, 2011

    I was always really offended when my fiance came home from his parents with a SUIT CASE of his mums cooking, sent by her, but now I embrace it. The more food she cooks, the less I have to.

    • miss posy
      May 1, 2011

      It’s taken a year, but I think I’m getting there… The hardest part is that she regularly sends over food that I can’t eat (covered in wheat etc) – but Mr Posy will often take that to work the next day. Also frustrating when she sends over a bag of 50 mandarins (I’m not even exaggerating) – and they are the one thing that I absolutely cannot stand (the smell, the sight, the taste)… they fill me with rage! Our fridge is completely over-flowing, but I figure that soon enough we’ll be living far, far away – so it won’t hurt me to humour her 😉

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