Big violent sounds from the kitchen. Peeped at doorway. Saw Momma hammering cloves of garlic with the flat of the chopping knife with more than the usual... vigour. I hazzarded a query, "Ahem, you ok?"
She replied without looking up, "No more badminton (to watch on tv)"
I backed out real slowly keeping her well in my sights...
If that wasn't enough she later added: "I should give Rexy (Mainaky) a bag of garlic when he is sitting in the sidelines. When he gets stressed out he can bang some garlic for me."
Me smart. Me no comment.
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