And so the mother is back after a sojourn in Switzerland (don’t you just hate people who put in needless alliterations?) and life has become better. I don’t have to worry about cooking, making the kitchen look spic and span, and my pet hate – emptying the dish washer. Thankfully the latter is one of my mum’s great obsessions.
The son has roused himself out of his cricket stupor and has made her cook some of his favourite food – this is one of his requests. He calls this dish “red aloo (for potato) curry” and likes it so much that he has even deigned to take it to school in his lunch box today.