I am so easy!!!!!

In my village there is no fish shop, so the fish van comes by once in a while on Sundays. I buy my fish in Metro, en gros boutique where I pay only a fourth of the supermarket price, and I had no intention in the first place to buy fish from this van. But what can I do, when they don’t just ring a bell on the streets, but knock on your door? I could always say no to an old wrinkled fisherman, but this fish van is run by two totally cute young guys. It is impossible to say no to them!

Normally I try to hide myself when they come, but yesterday I fell asleep on the couch with Houellebecq (I guess I have grown immune to him, I don’t vomit anymore reading him but fall asleep instead). The fish guys could see me from the window; impossible to escape.

Later that evening my husband asked what’s for dinner.

“Well, 2 kilos salmon, 3 kilos lemon sole, 5 kilos cod, 6 kilos shrimps, 8 kilos tuna….”
“God wife, one day they sell the van to you!!

My husband hasn’t had a look at the garage yet.


(This guy could sell me the government of Nigeria!)