find out how it gives birth to itself. Well, I’m not going to throw the blanket
of boredom over you explaining the history but Michael, my Dutch uncle tells
me it has something to do with high humidity, condensation and water leaks.
Just google it if you readers want to know more about this weird and silly
issue!!
You can ignore the first paragraph, it’s not really important.
Let me introduce Peter, the dirtiest man alive on this planet who also happens
to be my friend, unfortunately. Why dirty?? You will know soon!!
Patience!!
If there is anything I can’t live with in this world, it will be my wife, Mary.
For Mary, it’s not me, but shopping. For Peter, it’s MUSHROOMS!!
Back in schooldays I remember Peter bringing fried mushrooms almost every
other day. Well, we all stayed away from him. None of us really liked
mushrooms in those juvenile days.
In college, he was kicked out of the rugby
team. Why?? At half time ‘hungry Peter’ was starving. It was Tuesday. Peter
knew his special was cooking in the canteen kitchen and knew where he was
supposed to be. The college never saw him back on the pitch again.
Next was his marriage reception where I had to taste five different types of
mushrooms. I think that was the last time I’ve ever had mushrooms in my life.
My official trip to Copenhagen for a couple of days helped me to meet Peter
after four long years since I stay in Rome now. He has a beautiful,
country-looking house. Since I was so tired, I went to take a shower
straightaway. To my surprise, something was waiting for me ‘down’ there. Guess
what?? I saw “MUSHROOMS” growing out from every corner of the wall.
I rushed out with only my towel on.
“Did I just see mushrooms going in your bathroom”?
“You know I can’t kill them”
“Are you insane?”
“Sshhh…Just a couple of weeks more and then I’m going to cook it myself”.
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