I don’t want to just be sad on this blog. Yes, as I write this its 00:17am on 14th of April so basically 36 and a half hours ago Nan passed and I was holding her hand and now is the point the tears won’t stop flowing. So I thought i might try and cheer myself up by telling you all one of the funniest stories of the last few years – the mysterious disappearing cooked chicken!
My Uncle lived with my Nan for 18 months up until his death (which the first anniversary was only a couple of days ago very emotional time at the moment!) his friend used to do his food shopping for him and Nan took a shine to lots of my uncles food and drink (including the odd can of beer). He did tell mum and I that he once went into the fridge to get his cheese out, pulled it out of the wrapper and it had teeth marks in it. Nan had been in the fridge, ate some cheese but then had the sense to put it back in the packet backwards so it didnt look like it had been touched!
This one time my uncles friend took him a cooked chicken, you know like you get off the deli counters in a supermarket. It went in the fridge, nothing was thought of it and the next day my uncle came to do some food and the chicken was gone. Not only was the chicken gone, but so was the carcass and the wrapper. There was no evidence in the fridge the chicken was ever there.
Not only was there no evidence in the fridge the chicken was ever there, we couldn’t find any evidence in the HOUSE that it was ever there. We did ask Nan and she as good as admitted that she took a shine to it so she thought she would have it. But what she did with the evidence? How much of the chicken she ate? These are all questions we joke about and commented last year my uncle died never knowing what happened to the chicken.
I just hope however much of the chicken she ate, she enjoyed every mouthful because its given us plenty of laughs ever since.
Becka. x
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