You may not know that Boxing Day is so called because it’s
the day in the year when you have to work out what the hell you are going to do
with all the boxes left over from the day before. In our house, this now extends
to the dinner as well as the gifts, since we have become very lazy and prefer
the kind of ready-meal dinner option. The tricky part is not how to cook the
dinner, as this is clearly printed on the labels it’s how to heat it up in the
right order so that everything is ready to eat at the same time.
Actually, I take that back. The really tricky part, at least
for a certain Mrs B, is reading the order confirmation correctly. We had dragged
ourselves out of bed last Friday (remember, I was full of cold and deserving much
sympathy) to go and collect our food from the local M&S at the allotted
time of 8.30-9am. Feeling ever so slightly smug at having got ourselves there nice
and early, beating the crowds, we presented ourselves at the desk. Rather than
a cheery ‘ho ho ho’ from the shop assistant, we were told ‘computer says no,
no, no’. Imagine how we laughed when we were told that our allocated pick up
slot was 8.30-9pm.
So, when you get to the stage where even a ready-meal
Christmas dinner is a bit too hard to cope with, what is next? Time for the
kids to take over perhaps? Or how old do you need to be to qualify for meals on
wheels?
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