Those of you who have followed my blogs elsewhere will no doubt be well aware that my daughter has one main interest that overrides anything else in her life. Eating. Practically the whole of her conversation each day revolves around the subject of food. I have come to believe that she only bothered to learn to write so that she could compose shopping lists consisting of nothing else but food for her to consume. At breakfast she discusses what she’s having for dinner. At dinnertime she talks about what she’s having for tea or even what she intends to have for her meals tomorrow. And the day after. As far as she is concerned, miss just one meal and you will keel over and die.
Which goes somewhat to explaining why this mother sincerely hopes that she is never EVER marooned on a desert island with her where there is nothing to eat. This post is prompted by an incident that occurred yesterday when we returned home from exercise class. My back was aching. She offered to give me a back massage with some emollient to ease the pain. I was told to lay down on the bed. She began the massage with the cream. It did help and I nodded off for a short while. Below is a photo of what she did whilst I was asleep. What do you think? Am I safe? Should I be worried at all? Do I need to start panicking ?
If my blogs suddenly come to an end dear readers, expect the worst!