I met my father for lunch today. I was hugely looking forward to it because it is a rare occurrence for just the two of us to go out together. He isn’t in London very often and even when he is I am quite often teaching or can’t get away from the children.
However, owing to a monumental hangover, acquired last night whilst out with my brother, he was not on his best form. They had got in at 3am. This meant that not only did he struggle to eat anything, but my scintillating conversation wasn’t quite enough to stop him from nodding off a couple of times. It is never a good look to have your lunch date nod off whilst you are talking to them and it’s even worse when the waiter assumed that we were a couple rather than father and daughter. According to my father, the waiter commented as we left on his choice of companion. When he told him that I was his daughter he said “NOOOOO, you don’t look old enough”. Great. Ergo I don’t look young enough.
He then got horrendous cramp and made me pour a handful of salt into his hand which he duly licked (it’s an ex Africa thing). Immediately after that he announced that he felt sick and so we had to leave and he walked around the block in a quasimodo-esque style, dragging one leg behind him until the cramp wore off and then we went our separate ways.
December 18th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
lovely post FM. Moving – so moving – and by turn, very funny. That quasimodo comment …
December 19th, 2008 at 2:07 am
LOL. that sounds awful. and not a little surreal.
December 19th, 2008 at 7:54 am
Our fathers are in a league of their own!! WAtch out for MOannies next post..its hilarious…NOT TO BE MISSED!!