Matprat

Varje vardag, nan gang mellan sex och nio, ringer jag Chat.

"I'm in Tesco. What do you want to eat?"

"Lasagne!"

"I'm not making lasagne. What do you want to eat stupid shit?" (Detta kan sagas pa ett gullegull-satt, eller med desperation i rosten, beroende pa vilket humor jag ar pa.)

"Ok...coke. Hummus. And chocolate. Or tea and biscuits."

Suck.

"But what about food? What do you want to eat?"

"Don't know. Whatever you are having. I'm not that hungry anyway"

"OK, I'm gonna buy pasta then."

"OK. Have to go now."

"Ok, bye."

Varje dag! Det ar som Groundhog Day eller nagot.