“I thought you said that you’d made me a bacon sandwich!” Dad cried to Mum.
“I did, about five minutes ago. It’s on the table.” Mum replied.
“No it isn’t.” Dad responded. “There’s just two pieces of bread.”
Mum rushed down the stairs and into the dining room with a slightly irritable expression on her face.
“Well where has the bacon gone?” She said, “You must have eaten it”.
“Of course I haven’t eaten it.” Replied Dad “I’d know if I’d eaten it”
“Well it isn’t the kids.” Mum said as she headed into the kitchen. “Annabelle is eating cereal and Robbie did something weird with chocolate spread.”
“Well I’ll just have to cook some more.” Dad said despondently.
“Sorry.” Mum replied “There is no more, I cooked the last of it for you earlier, you’ll have to have fruit!”
“Fruit!” Dad exclaimed indignantly. “I’m going to play a round of golf with Martin Smart, I’ll be on my feet for four hours! In fact the way Martin plays, more likely five hours. Fruit is fine if you’re off to do some light pilates, I need a breakfast to fill me up.”
Mum just shrugged and returned to the kitchen to try and de-scale the iron, a task for which life just seemed too short.
“Oh I’ll call at the snack van in town.” Dad said with a frustrated tone and he left the house, slightly slamming the door behind him.
There was the patter of feet and Annabelle rushed into the kitchen.
“Where’s my waffle gone?” She asked Mum.
“I thought you were having cereal.” Mum replied not lifting her head from the onerous task she was working on.
“I did.” Annablle replied. “But I also toasted a waffle. I put the plate on the floor whilst I went to text Faye and when I turned around, there was just an empty plate and the waffle had gone.”
“I have no idea.” Mum replied. “Is nobody capable of looking after their breakfast today. Your brother hasn’t taken it as he went out with Nick about ten minutes ago and your Dad wouldn’t touch a waffle with an eight foot barge pole. You must have kicked it under the bed or something”
Annabelle let out a frustrated sigh and stomped back up the stairs.
Mum was interrupted by a knock at the door which because of its unexpected nature, made her dip her bookmark in her tea.
At the door stood PC Gayle.
“Good morning Ma’m, this is a bit of a long shot, but I’m investigating a missing chocolate bar and wondered if you might have seen anyone eating such a thing this morning?”
“Isn’t that a waste of police time constable?” Mum enquired. “It’s not usual for the police to undertake a house to house enquiry for a missing chocolate bar. Who’s was it?”
“Mine” PC Gayle responded with a disappointed and slightly peckish look on his face. “I took my jacket off to retrieve Mrs Pennington-Smythe’s keys from a drain, I hung the jacket on a parking meter and when I put it on, well, my mid-morning snack had disappeared.
“Sorry constable, can’t help, but I hope you find it.” Mum smiled trying to be as sympathetic as she could.
As Mum went to close the door, Bubbles the cat shot through her legs and into the house.
“Funny” Mum said to herself as it looked like Bubbles had tomato sauce around her mouth.
Mum dashed into the garden to see Bubbles disappear behind a particularly bushy bush right at the end of the property.
Mum put on her boots and slowly made her way up the garden and peaked around the bush.
There, by the fence, was Bubbles the cat and a young Robin that was clearly distressed with what looked like a damaged wing. Next to the robin, was two slices of bacon, a toasted waffle, a chocolate bar and for reasons Mum would never be able to explain, a pair of Robbie’s swimming trunks.
Bubbles had clearly found the bird and was trying to provide it with some food.
Mum gently put the bird in a shoe box and cared for it over the next few days until it was healed and ready to fly off.
“Only Bubbles!” Exclaimed Dad as the story was retold to him later that evening. “I didn’t think cats were supposed to like birds.” He carried on, “And I notice she didn’t give the bird any of her own food.”
“Well I think it’s very sweet.” Mum replied. “Not only that but we’ve helped to improve PC Gayle’s crime solving figures.”
After comprehensively beating Martin Smart at golf, Dad just had to laugh.