"Resentment" drabbles by Neville Hunt

Panic

Resentment #2

I’ve done it again! Despite the severe warning off and the words ’really resent’, I am guilty! Mrs H has been counting... counting the bottles of wine I’ve brought away on holiday.

“There are five bottles in the wine rack, all red, which I don’t drink, and four white, chilling. We only have three more full days here! How do you explain that?”

Difficult! The boys plus families were over at the weekend, so that might get me off the hook (unlikely though, because they were both driving)

OK, here goes...

“I panicked, that’s all! I’m weak!”

Amazingly, it worked!

Resentment

Resentment #1

We’re off on holiday this week. We’ve gone there every year for decades. The places we stay occasionally change, the length of our stay has halved and those joining us there have dwindled too over the years. But I haven’t really changed.

Discussing what to take the other day I was under pressure. I was given a ‘talking to’.

“What I really resent is carting all the booze to the flat on arrival and carting most back at the end of the week. Gone are the days when Steve, Greg and Sally came too!”

Yes, drinking was quite competitive then!