Mahinda’s Little World

I’ve just eaten my cobbled-together lunch. Sort of like a risotto-based jambalaya with tuna undertones. More about yesterday’s meal later, dear readers.

While blitzing said concoction in the office microwave, I was chatting to Maxine, the new girl. She commented on my lunch, so I replied that it was just, well, slightly altered leftovers from a meal I’d cooked for the housemates.

At this, she looked confused. I looked confused that she looked confused.

Max: "You have housemates?"

Me: "Yes - I live in a shared house. There are five of us."

Maxines looks confused, still.

Me: "You look confused."

Max: "Someone told me that you had five children."

Me: "Erm, if I have, I don’t know about them!"

Of course, it’d be odd for someone to have five children yet live in a shared house. Unless it’s some sort of hippy commune, of course…and tie-dye just doesn’t suit me.