Saturday was a wash out (yes again) and Dennis and I decided to have a very late breakfast (brunch as the posh term). I opened the blinds in the sitting room window and we sat and sipped cups and cups of green tea. We watched Team GB got it first gold.
Then talk went from glad I have done the washing and only the ironing to do; oh this is nice just staying in and chilling to what should we have for dinner and then to this is like a weather in the Philippines and I am sure UK will be growing Palm trees come spring.
Hmm, so I asked Dennis you are now living with a Filipina for almost ten years. Have you learned how to be Filipino? After a long pause (Dennis has now learned that he has to pause and ponder before giving a reply straightaway)
Dennis learns that:
- Not all that stinks in the fridge is off
- Never throw anything away
- A hungry Filipina is an angry Filipina
- You marry a Filipina you marry the family (not literally though Babes so stop ogling my sister!)
- Washing dishes is a long-winded (but hygienic I may say) affair (scrape left over, rinse, soap and then rinse again)
- Talking and eating go hand in hand and sometimes choking too
- Saying goodbyes in parties may take another hour or so
- Travelling is never light (for me anyway)
- I could talk to family for an hour over the phone and when he asked any news? I say uh, Nothing
Not an exhaustive list and it may not sound very flattering but hey Dennis is married to this Filipina!!
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