Saturday December 27, 2008
“We don’t have to go shopping today, do we?” I asked, my anxiety half-real, half-fake.
“Good heavens, no. You don’t need anything, do you?”
“Nope. It’s just that this is the biggest shopping day of the whole year and I didn’t want you to feel obliged to miss out on the fun.”
“Been a long time since I called that sort of thing fun.”
“S’pose so. Any choccies left in that box?”
“Yerse. A few. Here, take the box and have a rummage.”
A little while later, after much rustling and several “Yum’s”, I said: ”There’s just one toffee left now. Would you like it?”
“Not particularly.”
“Oh. That’s a shame. Here’s me wanting to see what’s in the next box but I can’t because we’ve not finished this one.”
“Give it ‘ere.”
Within seconds that last toffee was munched away to nothing but a memory and yet another reminder of how like life is to a box of choccies.
