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Lamenting the Soup!

If you've spent any time in The Lodgers company, you'll know he is a fan of telling stories. 
I've just spent the last thirty minutes listening to the story of the summer holiday retold by The Lodger. It's a popular subject of his and due to his superpower of incredible memory recall, no detail is spared.

The Lodger remembers the smallest details that would well be forgotten by most.

It's a family tradition at this stage, that we cut it fine with ferry departure times. We were actually well on target for being early for once except the cafe we chose for lunch moved at snail pace when it came to service. 

Ultimately this led to The Lodgers soup being transferred to a takeaway coffee cup, with the promise he could have it onboard the ferry. 

The convoy packed up, loaded the humans and set off to board the ferry with great excitement. Somehow The Lodger and cousins soup got mixed up amongst all the commotion and unbeknownst to us, we left the car deck on the ferry without the takeaway coffee cup of soup. 

After checking out the cabin, we settled ourselves for the crossing. 
"Where is my soup?" The Lodger inquired.

UH OH PANIC......
Initiate Emergency Forgetting of Food Procedure (EFFP for short, something we had never actually planned for but it's certainly in place now).

"Soup? O the Captain said it was too hot, so we had to put it in the bin but look, I have a delicious salad here with your favourite coloured tomatoes!" 

There followed a moment that could've swung either way; meltdown or contentment.
Miraculously, the meltdown was averted and The Lodger happily munched on his salad of different coloured tomatoes. 

I'm not sure The Lodger will ever forget the soup. Every single time he tells this story, we lament it. 
"I miss that soup. It was yuk, too hot. The Captain put it in the bin."   he frequently reminisces.

I just hope that should we ever come across a ferry captain, he'll be quick enough to answer the inevitable question of the location of the soup with a response that keeps The Lodger happy.

Prader-Willi Syndrome, throwing curveballs at us since 2012. 

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