Friday night I had a late middle-aged Scot and Englishman in my home for dinner. The Scot made us supper of a Chinese chicken and noodle dish that was DREAMY! The Englishman, John, sat on the sofa and had a spot of tea while Patrick helped Johnny, the Scot, in the kitchen.
These guys are mentors of Patrick. They are world famous for a new technique in fire fighting. Patrick can explain more if you're interested, but the premise is that you contain and control the fire with airflow and physics in an effort to extinguish with safety and intelligence. But it's met with a lot of political fights because its so different from the "Manly" FIRE WATER OUT mentality that attracts people into the fire service to begin with.
It was so much fun! These guys travel all over the world teaching these new techniques, and Patrick adores them. I asked him to invite them over for supper, and they were so excited that they wanted to cook for me instead. They were excited to have a home-cooked meal. The kids were perfectly adorable and Conner gobbled up his supper like an angel. GG on the other hand went to bed hungry. The dogs were loved and appreciated. John has a chocolate lab back home, so he thought Homer was fantastic. Johnny called him a "sook", which means softy, in Americanized English.
They asked where in England and Scotland we were from, but I couldn't answer. I don't know where the Chipley's are from specifically. Patrick can pinpoint both his moms side and dads side in Scotland and he knows the tartan prints for each clan he's kin to.
Right now, Genna is still sleeping, Patrick is at work, Conner is playing Legos, Stella is sleeping in her chair, Homer is sleeping next to me with his humongous head on my lap. I'm watching cooking on TV and enjoying the quiet.
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