The Return of the Cabbie

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I popped in home on Saturday night about nineish to retrieve the Sukodu (sp?) from the Weekend Australian. I hadn't had time to do it earlier, and mid-evening is one time when I can be assured of a few periods of waiting on ranks before the midnight frenzy begins (and goes until dawn). I opened the door and the house was full of a wonderful savoury smell. Mmmmmm, I thought, they've been eating steak or something. I wonder if there's any leftovers in the fridge? Nope.

In the lounge, they are sitting down watching Star Wars. Obiwan is battling Darth Vader. Kerri is eating beef noodles. Her bowl is half gone and she reads my expression of lust and desire and hands me the bowl and fork. I eat a few mouthfuls, Mmmmmm! and hand her back the tucker, before heading into the bathroom to seize the moment for a pit stop. My life revolves around takeaway coffee and pit stops nowadays, and I never let a chance go by.

I return, and my dear wife has left me the final morsel of noodles. I bury my face in the bowl, slurping up the last delicious mouthful.

"Use the fork, Peter," my wife chides. "Use the fork."

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