morning talk
Over the past week, I’ve been playing nurse to my mum, who has that nasty bug that’s been going around. The conversation that ensued over breakfast this morning was not so much a communication gap as a case of ignorance on my part.
Liz: I’ll make you some toast and tea?
Mum: Ok, but I’m sick of bread and butter. Can I have a light scraping of taramasalata instead?
Liz: Taramasomething … right.
Ten minutes of rummaging through the fridge …
Liz: I don’t think we have any of that.
Mum: We do.
Liz: Trust me, there’s none there. Do you want caviar instead?
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3 years ago • Notes