How the Lion lost his seat.
This weekend past eldest son came to stay with us on Saturday night. His fiance was away on her hen weekend in Harrogate, so it should have been a fairly civilised affair. I believe one of the activities was dressing up in hats and frocks and pearls for tea at 'Betty's' ...(the night time is them all dressed as Lady Ga Ga for a club ... I know which pic I'd rather see!)
Anyway ... I digress.
So ... I come home from work and see that son has been sitting in the chair I normally use for tv watching. His mobile is on the chair arm and there is a bottle of Stella on the coffee table. Now this chair is nothing special. It's the same as the others, just better positioned. No glare from the lamps on the screen, frontal view, table near by for remotes etc ... (by the way we call them 'zoomers' in our house!)
We sit at the dinning table to eat; very civilised, bottle of wine and good chat. We wash up and decide to have a slobs night and watch all the crap on tv..well it's allowed on a Saturday isn't it!
Once in the lounge son sits in MY chair again! I say nothing and sit in the leather one, which is probably comfire anyway; it's just not MY chair.
The position is slightly inferior and the table is much farther away. I say nothing however; he is the guest and getting married in a few weeks so his mind will be on other things.
It wasn't until we were halfway through Red or Black (or was it x factor or Million pound drop?...I forget, they all merge into one eventually!)...that Mrs Mac laughed as I juggled with peanuts and wine on my lap. Son was sitting there in complete splendour with his mobile and two remotes balanced on the chair arms (they are perfect for that by the way!) ... with his drink and nibbles all within reach on the table.
'The old lion has lost his place in the pack' she said with unwarranted glee I thought! Of course we all had a good laugh about it (me through gritted teeth!)
When Mrs Mac retired for the night he de-camped to the sofa where he could lie down (it's a hard life being the new lion on the block) I was able to recover MY seat as the malt whisky came out and we watched Jason Bourne create mayhem again.
Man, it felt good to be back!
Mac
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My kids are still under ten and they rule my life... let alone letting me have a special chair.
By the way, did it make you think of Mrs Mac? Does she have a comfy chair with prime position? No... hmmm
And 'tellyboxes' eh...thats as bad as flicky thing!
'What are you talking about?' my mother demanded. 'That isn't the head of the table. I sit at the head of the table.'
Imagine. For forty odd years, my father had thought he was sitting at the head of the table, but then, so did my mother - until I opened my big mouth. I'm guessing such misunderstandings are probably the basis of many a good marriage!
Songs of Praise?, Match of the Day?, Magnificent Seven? ........in the end Cartoon Channel won out
and now, all generations know which lion has the biggest roar in our pack.....
....great blog Mac
I remember Clarence
Remote fights are facinating Secret! I must say though when Mrs Mac does eventually get her hands on it she takes soooo long changing the channel it's an effort not to scream! Rather like your 3 in One tool Tony!
Oh you should get a telly Georgia ... if only to make notes on the ensuing saga!
Btw, the remote in our house is often referred to as the hoobry-doobry - don't ask me why, it's from hubby's side of the family. I think it's supposed to be the equivalent of thing-u-me-jig....!
Our TV thingy is the Zapper. When Simon was in his 'Hitchhiker's' phase, it became the Zaphod for a while. Zapper is what my dad called them, and he used them for lectures before they got as far as being available for TVs, so that's good enough for me!
My bro-in law calls it a zapper John ... he thinks 'zoomer' is wierd!...the idiot!
This is so funny, Mac. Can just see you giving the sideway sly-eye. Like father like son :)
Oh, and the remote or the 'doof' is never good in my hands - always hear the tutts and sighs...
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