The Craving of Chocolate

My father has just arrived home from a hard day's work. He leaves the house at 7:30am or before every single morning as an agricultural contractor. He arrives home at 7:30pm tonight (very early for him) and strolls in to the kitchen with his cap and work clothes one (a bit like Lenny or George from "Of Mice and Men) and flings his bag on the kitchen floor and scans the kitchen for his dinner. He spots it on his place mat on the table and bungs it in the microwave. He puts it in too long, as always, and the fish explodes. He guffaws as he reveals the pinky coloured mess inside and tells my mother like a child that has just wrote his or her name for the first time. He sits down and devours the meal like it is his last. No hesitation, he searches for something sweet to finish him off. He looks in the fridge and takes nibbles of a bit of everything. He then looks in the cupboard and then spots some chocolate chipped mini muffins and eats them one after the other whole. He glugs his tea noisily and says to me, "you know what I fancy?" I answer, "what?", he replies with, "some chocolate..."

In my head, I'm thinking, wow, is he not full yet? But I say, "well, you know, Easter is tomorrow! You can gorge yourself with Easter eggs. That's what I'm doing anyway...". He smiles and tells my mother that he wants some chocolate. Those of you who are reading this probably think that there is something wrong with my father, there's not. He's even more like Lenny from "Of Mice and Men" here. Anyway, my mother says no and to wait and so my father reluctantly accepts and heads upstairs to watch television for the night. However, half way up the stairs, my mother calls him to help her carry something heavy out in the garden. He says, "Okay, that means I can have some chocolate then.". Later this evening, he will return downstairs for his supper and immediately afterwards, will go back upstairs for more television and then go to bed.

Meanwhile, I am sitting studying in the kitchen, smirking at my father's childlike behavior. He walks past my with half a Creme Egg in his mouth and stomping through to help my mother outside.


I hope I can keep my inner child as at hand as my father's but he is just far too extreme at times...