I lost the remote control tonight. This was a nuisance because we’re already using the DVD remote to control the TV as I lost the TV remote some months ago. The area around my chair is a bit of a disaster area, I admit, being piled high with my various collections, stock, notebooks, books and a stockpile of turmeric.
The good news is that No 2 Son proved not to be entirely useless and managed to find the remote control under my chair. The original remote, not the DVD remote. We haven’t a clue where that one has gone. I really do need to get a grip on decluttering.
However, that really wasn’t what I was going to write about. I was going to write about my Monday morning McDonalds experience.
After giving blood and other fluid, I still had time to kill as I didn’t want to get to work too early.
There’s really only one thing to do at that point – hit McDonalds.
I had the porridge with nothing. No jam, no syrup, no sugar. It took a bit of stirring, as it’s microwaved and was a bit crusty, but it is full of slow-release energy so has to be good for me.
As I stirred and ate I listened to the conversations around me. I’ve been cutting down on fast food recently, and when I have succumbed there have been no interesting conversations to listen to.
Today there were two.
The man behind me had had a tricky situation on Sunday night when he’d been on the sofa with his girlfriend. She had, it seems, been making inappropriate attempts on his virtue.
“…and I’d been waiting all week to watch that film.”
To my right there was another conversation going on, this time by phone.
She had clearly been going out with the person on the other end of the line for enough time for it to be steady, but she wasn’t quite comfortable.
“Why are you so mean to me?” she kept asking.
I’d be tempted to suggest that it’s because she’s whiney, needy and annoying. As she continued, she said: “It’s all new to me, being part of an emotional unit.”
Emotional unit? I presume that’s what we used to call “a couple”.
There was more too, but it seems a bit unsporting to report too much of an overheard conversation.
It’s just after 1 am now. I’m going to make sandwiches then go to bed ready for my blood test. This isn’t quite how I imagined my life developing.
Still, at least the other half of our emotional unit didn’t interfere with my TV viewing…