Before I begin let me ask my overseas visitors if they are familiar with weetabix?It's a breakfast cereal that comes as biscuits in packs of 12, 24 or 48. I eat two with milk each morning, which works out fine and dandy.
Until a grandchild comes to stay and eats a single weetabix. Leaving me with an odd number in the packet. So what, you may ask.
I don't know why but it starts the day off badly if I find only one biscuit left in the packet. Or if I know I'm going to be leaving one in the packet.
Having reached the single one at the end of the last box - grandchildren had been staying - I fanned myself, gave me a good talking-to, and had three for breakfast that day.
Since then we've had no grandchildren to stay and I have not been aware of anyone eating weetabix in the middle of the day or as a snack so the next packet would have an even number and all would be well in my world again.
Imagine then, if you will, my stress this morning on discovering an odd one at the bottom. (I am rocking in my chair just thinking about it now.)
I confronted Husband. 'There was an odd weetabix this morning. Did you take one out of the packet? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Is it a cunning plot so you can have me put away and bring in your dolly bird instead?'
'Dolly bird?' he said. 'I haven't heard that phrase for years. Do you remember my dad always used to use it?'
'You're not answering my question!'
'You're already quite crazy but, no, I haven't removed a weetabix.'
A long discussion ensued then when I suggested maybe the manufacturers had started putting 13 in the packet - they haven't - which confused Husband as he insisted they'd have to put 11 in the other packet and that would be lopsided. My logic made perfect sense to me but he couldn't see it.
I shall keep you updated on the weetabix saga but if Husband suggests getting the loft converted I shall definitely be worried. We've all read Jane Eyre. (Actually I haven't but I know the plot.)
