Pub-times I

My father has managed, under the influence of a number of very fine ales, to drop the entire microwave full of rice all over the kitchen floor. Only after THIS intense failure, did we discover that my madre also forgot to actually set said rice to cook. Additionally, I have adopted a walnut from the pub, realised that the fact I get served anyway makes the first drink on my 18th meaningless, and eaten a little bit of raw rice.

Now, having scooped up some floor rice, all I can hear is my padre's whistling the batman theme song, and the sound of running water.

Sometimes, IL my family. :)