Mid-life Crisis: Poor Junior - she nearly had her chips
I saved my child’s life the other night. As if my children didn’t have enough to be grateful to me for already. You might think I’m being dramatic here. But I’m not. My wife definitely reckons she was on the way out. Obviously there were chips and messing involved.
We had Chinese for tea and were palming the kids off with chips. I should say they had already had a proper, healthy tea. But they always have room for some chippies. So to buy some peace and quiet while I had my lamb in garlic sauce and my Singapore noodles, I ordered some extra chips.
There was huge excitement when the delivery man came. They ran out to the door as if to greet a long lost relative. Then Junior said, “Who’s that man”, and Senior explained to her, speaking quite slowly as if explaining a great mystery of life: “That’s the man delivering the chippies.”