A bizarre occurrence
Today, I received a care package from my dad. In it, there are biscuits, snack-size Mars bars, raisins, peanut butter (this is just about the first time I've seen a jar of peanut butter), tissues, powdered soup, pot noodles... Accompanying all this was a card which read "Food packages for impoverished first-world philosophers." It was unsigned, and I had to guess by the handwriting whence all this came.
This is from a man who has sent me two e-mails this month: one was a forward of some bank details, the other was to ask me to bring him a slice of a particular Scottish cheese that he wanted. This is from a man who barely talked to me when I lived at home, and who has never outwardly shown me any affection since I was a child. Which is of course fine - that's just his way. But given all this, you can imagine my astonishment when it dawned on me who had sent it.
And you can imagine my still greater astonishment at the lack of meat in it: I know I've been vegetarian for three or four years now, but I wouldn't have bet tuppence that he'd've remembered, if I'd known that he was going to send me a food package.
This is from a man who has sent me two e-mails this month: one was a forward of some bank details, the other was to ask me to bring him a slice of a particular Scottish cheese that he wanted. This is from a man who barely talked to me when I lived at home, and who has never outwardly shown me any affection since I was a child. Which is of course fine - that's just his way. But given all this, you can imagine my astonishment when it dawned on me who had sent it.
And you can imagine my still greater astonishment at the lack of meat in it: I know I've been vegetarian for three or four years now, but I wouldn't have bet tuppence that he'd've remembered, if I'd known that he was going to send me a food package.