When a cheese sandwich is not vegetarian
“There are two rules. I don’t cook vegetarian food and you’ve got to take us out once a month for a meal,” my Dad told me as I moved back in with my parents.
I’m not divorcing, just doing our marital home up, which may end in divorce. Perhaps we could just cut out the middle bit and not do the house up. “Oh and we need a bathroom rota,” Dad continued. So that’s three rules then.
“What’s that?” I said, pointing to what looked like a cheese salad sandwich.
“It’s a cheese salad sandwich. For your sister. When she pops in for lunch.”
“I think you’ll find that’s vegetarian. And counts as cooking.”
Dad fixed me with a steely stare. I waved some cash in front of his eyes and said: “Rent.”
Yep. This is going to work out.
Have you moved back in with your parents – ever? Would you want your grown-up children back with you – ever? Or do you just love – or hate – vegetarian food? I want to hear your views!