As I've mentioned before, my father has his own apartment in our home. In fact this was something he insisted on, when agreeing to move south with us. "I need my own place! I can't be bothered with you people all the time!" We did a ton of house hunting to find the right home to accomodate my father. Since moving in, he has ALL of his meals in my kitchen, in fact I don't think that he has ever sat at his own kitchen table. He does not have a stove due to safety concerns. He could easily have his breakfast and lunch in his apartment, but instead he prefers to impose himself. Every morning like clock work he emerges from his apartment and prepares his breakfast - which is always the same: Honey Bunches of Oats cereal, with orange juice. When he is done banging cupboard doors and groaning, he sits at the head of the table and begins his morning music for the rest of us to "enjoy"......
Sluuuuup
Crunch crunch crunch crunch
Ting Ting (spoon banging on the bowl)
Sluruuup
Crunch crunch crunch
Sluuuuuuuuuuup
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Gulp Gulp
Ting ting ting
Crunch Crunch (mouth wide open for maximum sound effect)
Crunch crunch crunch
Ting
Shuffle shuffle shuffle (slippers under the table)
Pfffffffffffffffffffft (Lower wind section)
Ting ting ting
Sluuuuuuuuurp
crunch crunch crunch
Smack smack
AHHHHHHHHH
Sigh long pause
BUUUUUUURP BUUUUUUUUURP (Upper wind section)
AHHH
REPEAT FOUR TIMES
Same show seven days a week
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