Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

14 Mar

In all of the sadness this weekend, I had my own little ray of light when Tory Boy phoned to ask if he could come home.  This is his home, he knows that and never has to ask…unless he needs us to pay the train fare.  We never say no: having both children at home is when we are happiest.

We had a lovely weekend.  Tory Boy and the Hub got through it with only several arguments – almost as good as none at all.   I made pancakes for lunch and roast pork and turkey for dinner.  I spent so much time in the kitchen I hurt my back – proof, if I needed it, that cooking is a Bad Thing and I should avoid it when possible.

Tory Boy is still having sleep issues.  He arrived home at eight on Saturday morning, leaving his digs at six because he had been awake all night so thought he might as well catch the early train and let Mother make his breakfast.  He stayed awake all day but was in bed for eight p.m.

Yesterday was good as I was able to make leftovers and chips for dinner, and I can do that from my armchair while playing Tetris on the computer and listening to The Now Show on the BBCiPlayer. 

After dinner, we all watched Iron Man 2.  Not a bad film, if I avoided looking at Mickey Rourke’s hideous mouth.  There is a scene early on in which a parrot drinks from a glass.  It reminded me of growing up in Runcorn.  My parents liked to hold parties whenever possible.  Family parties: I come from a big family and once you’ve invited the siblings and their children there’s no room for anyone else (except the neighbours – if you’re going to hold a lot of parties in your home, it’s wise to always invite the neighbours).

My parents also liked to enjoy themselves, so they didn’t worry about cleaning up until next morning. 

We had a budgie called Bobby.  His cage door was loose and sometimes fell open.  When we got up the morning after one party, Bobby was on his perch, banging his head against the cage bars.  It took us a while to figure out what was wrong…Bobby was hung over.  His party piece was jumping from cup to glass to bowl and taking a sip of everything on offer.  Not a problem when that’s tea or lemonade; not so good when there are half-empty glasses of alcohol left standing overnight.  While we were in bed he must have come out when his door fell open and helped himself.

Like most drunks and student children, however, he still managed to find his way home, and we had the bumps on his head to prove it.

22 Responses to “Weekly Photo Challenge: Home”

  1. halfp1nt March 14, 2011 at 20:05 #

    Sounds like a good weekend all round, except for hurting yourself in the kitchen 🙂

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  2. nrhatch March 14, 2011 at 20:17 #

    Glad you enjoyed the weekend. So funny about your hungover budgie. 😀

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  3. alienhippy March 14, 2011 at 21:03 #

    LMHO…drunken budgie, that just too funny.
    Love and hugs. xx 🙂

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  4. vivinfrance March 14, 2011 at 22:38 #

    Glad you had a good weekend, and the quilt’s still useful.

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    • Tilly Bud March 15, 2011 at 16:47 #

      I use it every day (it’s still cool here at night).

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  5. barb19 March 14, 2011 at 23:16 #

    My youngest son tends to do that – come back home! The call comes “Mum, can I come home?” Never Dad, because he would say no! So he comes home for a few days, we feed him up, do his laundry and then he goes again! I love that he still thinks of it as Home.
    I’ve never seen a drunk budgie before! Need to get the cage door fixed so he can’t indulge . . . 😉

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  6. gigihawaii March 15, 2011 at 00:19 #

    haha. very amusing. it’s great that your home is always available for your son.

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    • Tilly Bud March 15, 2011 at 16:48 #

      I am amazed at those parents for whom that isn’t the case.

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  7. slpmartin March 15, 2011 at 00:29 #

    Sounds like a lovely way to spend the weekend.;-)

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  8. Cindy March 15, 2011 at 04:19 #

    The come home again once they leave??? Oh no, and here I’ve been counting the years …
    Sorry about your back.
    My brother had a dog who drank like your budgie.

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    • Tilly Bud March 15, 2011 at 16:48 #

      As long as he paid for his own drinks…?

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      • Tilly Bud March 15, 2011 at 16:49 #

        Brings a whole new meaning to ‘hair of the dog’ 🙂

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  9. earlybird March 15, 2011 at 07:30 #

    How on earth did you hurt your back cooking? Was the pork/turkey so heavy?

    Love the story of Bobby’s Big Night Out!

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    • Tilly Bud March 15, 2011 at 16:50 #

      Standing for four hours after hunching over the computer for four hours. I like the latter so I know that had nothing at all to do with it.

      As for such large meat portions as you describe: have you met my budget?
      🙂

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  10. granny1947 March 15, 2011 at 14:47 #

    I think we should report you to the SPCA 🙂

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    • Tilly Bud March 15, 2011 at 16:51 #

      Lucky for me the bird’s long dead.

      Oh, now I feel all sad. He was a lovely budgie.

      🙂

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  11. sunshineinlondon March 15, 2011 at 21:28 #

    What a funny story about the budgie! Gives a whole new meaning to the morning-after-the-night-before “mouth like a bird-cage” expression!
    Sunshine xx

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