Stare Into Space

I thought I had more time

Posted on | January 22, 2008 | 5 Comments

Yesterday, my daughter took a cook book from the shelf in the kitchen and sat down in the sitting room to have a look. I went with her.

“What’s this?” she enquired.

“It’s a recipe book that tells you how to cook things,” I said.

“Why?” she asked. She’s still in the why-stage. Inquisitive little thing. Too damn inquisitive as I soon found out.

“Well, if you don’t know how to cook something, you can look in here.”

“Did you get it when I was a baby?”

“Before that, I think,” I said.

“Did you get it when I was in mammy’s belly?”

“Maybe even before that”

“Did you help put me in mammy’s belly?”

Oh shit. Where did that come from? “Errrrm. In a manner of speaking,” I told her.

“How did I get in mammy’s belly, dad?”

Arrrggghhh! Shit, shit, shit. Emergency, emergency. She’s three, for Christ’s sake. I thought I had another few years at least. What can you do?

“Let’s go get a chocolate biscuit,” I said. I’m not sure how much time I’ve bought.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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