Yesterday I had arranged with my brother to go out to the coast where he is recuperating with my mum. We had agreed to share a Chinese take-away. I arrived at 12.15, 15 minutes late, but he had already left, without troubling himself to consult me about my particular preferences. When he returned he had brought egg-foo-yung and sweet and sour pork. I have been allergic to eggs since my earliest childhood, whereas I have never really liked pork, and even if I did it would have been difficult to eat with my teeth in their current state. I allowed myself the luxury of calling him a "fucking idiot", though what I really meant to say, but was unable in the event to articulate, was "You fucking selfish idiot".
In the interests of general concord I let it go at that. However, seeing how much he had improved, I did enquire as to how long he would be staying with mum. He replied that it would be soon, and I had to remind him how tired mum was looking, and pointed out that it would be a shame if he recovered completely but she then collapsed with exhaustion. He took it on board, though it remains to be seen if he heeds my advice. Historically, he has been no better at taking my advice than I his. That's brothers for you...
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