Eggs have never tasted so good

Over thirty years ago, so Before Hubby, my partner and I were invited to ‘friends’ for the Easter Weekend.
(I have a few stories about this couple, but will stick with this one for now).
Surprisingly despite the friendship history, I was actually looking forward to it as I’d had a particularly frustrating time at work, the home life was a bit of a strain, and I badly needed a break from routine.
As it happened, the kids were with their Mum, so it was just us and the dog.
easter bunnyOur hosts lived in a 3 bedroomed terraced house, though their bathroom was downstairs and accessed through the kitchen having been the old coal shed.
We had been allocated their daughter’s bedroom as she was staying with a friend for the holidays, though their son would be at home.

We arrived on the Friday afternoon to utter chaos.
She had no kitchen.
This was not due to an accident, but modernisation, and the entire room was practically gutted, save for the cooker in the middle, the sink and double draining board.
I told her not to worry, we’d go back home as she’d obviously forgotten we were coming (despite a phone call on the Wednesday to confirm).
They were adamant that it would be OK, and showed us to our room.

Another shock.
I didn’t expect a double, but a two foot six bed? The other half of the bunk was in their son’s room.
No way could the pair of us sleep on that, but I said nothing, as she seemed so pleased to see us.
bunksNot thinking it could get any worse, it was suggested we went down to the local cafe for a cup of tea. Partner and I just looked at each other then offered to drive.
We paid the bill too, which for four cups of tea was very little and I’d supplied the hot cross buns as I never like to go visiting empty handed.

hot cross bunsFor our main meal that evening, our friends said they intended to have fish and chips from the chippy to save her cooking (how you might ask). Her son had since arrived home and said he would come with us to fetch them.
You know where I’m going with this don’t you.
Yep, we got lemoned for fish and chips for 5, which was NOT so very l£ttle.

Bedtime was a riot (not).
You practically had to wear safety boots to get to the bathroom as no-one was working on the job, and she was going to be in this mess for the entire weekend and beyond.
The first night, we tried to share the bed, sleeping top to bottom, but I ended up on the floor with one of the blankets and the dog.
I did not sleep well.

Next morning, the plan was to go to the cafe for breakfast.
Partner never had any money unless he was going out with his mates to the pub, and I was down to my last fiver, so I asked if she had any bread and could she lay her hands on tea bags, milk and mugs.
Luckily, the cooker was still connected, so I flicked on the grill and made a mountain of toast using the whole loaf. Her crockery and cupboard stock were in boxes dumped behind the settee in the lounge. She seemed somewhat surprised that I managed.
I couldn’t tell you what we did for the day, other than go out somewhere when he drove. The poor dog didn’t stop shaking for hours.
We stopped off at a supermarket where I purchased enough food for a proper dinner as I could use my debit card to pay for it.
What a surprise when she accepted my offer to cook.
Using the draining board as a worktop, I cooked bangers, mash and beans, followed by a large shop bought trifle for dessert.
I had another restless and uncomfortable night on the floor.

Sunday morning, it was announced that we were all going to the cafe for breakfast, and then the pub for our roast dinner.
I said that we’d like to pop over and see my Mum (if that was OK) but they could go ahead for breakfast.

We knocked on Mum’s door at 8.30. Dad was already up so answered the door.
I headed for the kitchen to put the kettle on, explaining as I went the situation.
Mum came downstairs in her dressing gown, and on hearing our tale, put her pinny on, and proceeded to cook us poached eggs on toast, and tea by the gallon.

poached eggFood had never tasted so good, and Dad said we were acting as if we hadn’t eaten for a week.
I told him we were stocking up as I couldn’t afford a roast dinner for two, let alone five, so we were going to make our excuses and leave before lunch anyway. Mum told us to go back there for dinner .

Partner collected our things from the bedroom and loaded up the car as I apologised for leaving earlier than expected.
She looked crestfallen, but I explained that I hadn’t come prepared for eating out, didn’t have any more cash, and how I wished she had told us about her refurbishment as we would have understood and put off our visit.

That was actually the last time I saw them and though we exchanged a letter or two, the friendship finally fizzled out.
In hindsight, I should have been used to being taken advantage of by these so called friends, as this was not the first, second or even third time they had done so.
As for the time they came to stay with us the Summer before, well that is another tale to tell at a later date.

Here is a subtle clue as to how that went………

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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9 Responses to Eggs have never tasted so good

  1. Sounds like a good thing the friendship fizzled. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable that was for you!

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  4. scifihammy says:

    You really don’t invite people over to stay when you are redecorating and have no kitchen! It is expensive eating out for every meal – No wonder your Mum’s eggs on toast tasted so good!

    • This couple took advantage in several ways. It was bad enough with me, but when they took advantage of my Dad who did a job for them at a discounted price and then wanted to pay £10 a week ‘when they had it’, I was fuming. They paid about thirty pounds of the debt and my Dad ended up writing it off. Had I known, I would have paid him myself as money was already tight.

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