I picked listlessly at the huge plate of spaghetti. I don’t really like spaghetti, it’s kind of tasteless, mushy and well there was far too much. A massive problem for me, since offspring flew the nest, is portion control. I was used to cooking for at least five often more hungry mouths. Hence the huge plate of spaghetti. It expands you see. It doesn’t look much in the pan and then bam! It doubles. I guiltily threw the spaghetti in the recycling bin. I know most would disapprove but come on! At least I recycled! Of course I was then immediately hungry so I ate yoghurt, a cup cake and a bar of snickers. (Other chocolate bars are available.)
I remained guilt free until today when I got the Whatsapp message from Uni-boy. (other message services are available ) He had fainted again. He suffers from fainting fits, usually first thing in the morning when he has not taken his iron pills, or if he hasn’t eaten. He had woken on his bedroom floor with a cut arm, swollen cheek and grazed knees. He remembers nothing, but has concluded that it was fainting and not alcohol that brought it on. On further investigation it appears he neither eaten nor taken his iron pills. I think of the uneaten spaghetti and how this is somehow karma.
Uni-boy sends me a picture of his arm. The cut is quite bad. The battery on my phone is about to die so I am unable to phone him. I think of going to my car so I can ring him with the engine running and the phone plugged to in-car charger. Not only is this terrible for the environment, I have forgotten my fob, therefore I cannot leave the building without going via the office. It is not lunchtime. Karma clearly hates me.
Luckily Uni-girl is more organised than me and rings him and then Whatsapp’s me to say he is fine and has promised to visit the doctor. On arriving home, I ring immediately and extract a promise that he will shop and cook and send photographic evidence that he has done both.
I cook dinner and studiously eat it all. (And yoghurt and a Mars bar – other chocolate bars are available.)
My phone pings. It is a picture of a Pizza Hut menu and some coins. I know other take away options are available and although I don’t approve of him living on take-aways, at least he won’t be fainting tomorrow.