Who took all the good blog names?
I suppose I am late to the party.
I'm struggling to deal with hospitality.
I told Auntie today that I didn't want lunch, I would eat in the new house.
We'd bought a fridge-load of fresh food in Seremban, and now the kitchen is finished, I want to eat my own cooking again,even if it was a bacon salad.
I haven't had bacon for more than a year.
It was delicious.
Later this afternoon (4-5 ish) Jess' brother called out from the kitchen as I was passing "Sean, your lunch is here".
"Can't be mine, I told Auntie I didn't want lunch" I replied.
At dinner time, everybody has a plate of rice, and they're putting this evening's dinner on it.
At my place on the table, is a bowl of lunch.
I may have been embarrassingly sullen.
I ate it.