BEER FOR BREAKFAST

 

BEER FOR BREAKFAST

 

‘Beer for breakfast?’

‘I don’t like coffee,’ Andy said. ‘Anyway, it’s only the one.’

Penny put the milk away, noting the emptiness of the fridge. “On top of the six you guzzled last night.’

‘What are you – my mother?’

‘Your mother let you do whatever you liked – that’s half the trouble.’

‘You leave my mother out of this!’

‘You brought her in.’

Andy slammed his glass down so hard that it cracked. ‘I’m going to work. I’ll be late home.’

Penny looked at baby Henry in his high chair and said calmly, ‘Be as late as you like – we won’t be here.’

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At least Andy didn't promise to change - they rarely do, as one family member knows to her cost.

Thanks to Rochelle at  https://rochellewisoff.com/  for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Lisa Fox for the photo that is this week's prompt.

I spent a while this morning clearing up the debris from yesterday's strong winds, which blew over a plant stand in my garden, leaving plants and compost everywhere. Fortunately my exochorda - otherwise known as String of Pearls - survived. It was a stick when I arrived here over four years ago, and when it resisted being dug up I gave it an ultimatum which it took to heart. Now it is the first shrub to brighten my garden as the spring bulbs begin to fade.

AND a belated Happy Easter to you all.