Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Family Life

Being married to a chef is fairly rubbish at the best of times, but particularly around big events and celebrations.  Split shifts, late nights and no weekends off inevitably take their toll, but it kind of takes the biscuits when your husband's boss enquires how everything is, on being told he didn't sleep well as I was having lots of twinges and we are both on tenterhooks, replies "You do know my wife and I are eating tonight, what happens if she goes into labour?  I hope you have a contingency plan."  So I must make sure nothing happens between now and 9 o clock, we wouldn't want the boss's meal to be ruined now would we?

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