The Easter Quest.

So there I was Thursday evening, finished work for the holidays and my wife out for the evening. I poured myself a big glass of wine and settled down to watch a movie.

Then I got an urge. Nay, a veritable craving.

Watching a movie demands nibbles. Specifically; crunchy, salty ones devoid of any useful nutrients.

I momentarily despaired, knowing the (healthy) contents of our larder. Then a vision came to me:

On the way to work one morning a few days ago my wife’s voice penetrated my unawake brain as she mentioned having bought some crisps.

So I toddled off happily to the larder. It was crispless.

Then I tried the pandemic-stockpile-overspill larder in the utility room. There was still a notable lack of salty, crispy goodness.

Kitchen cupboards? Nope.

Cupboard under the stairs? Nope.

I gave up, assumed I had misheard her, and ate a handful of nuts instead.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Over breakfast I recounted my fruitless search of the previous evening to my wife and said “I could have sworn you said you’d bought crisps.”

The reply was an enigmatic look. So off I went outside to hang the washing out to dry.

On my return, there on the kitchen worktop was a packet of crisps….

I have learned two things from this:

• Never play poker with my wife. I’d have no chance.
• Somewhere in this house there is a secret stash of snacks.

She is working over the Easter hols. Guess what I’m going to be doing……

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