Mother Mary got onto the topic of obesity a while ago. She’s probly about 40kg soaking wet, and one of those is the steel in her thighbone.
After discussing various people at the home’s ‘weight problems,’ she blurts out, ‘Koos, you’re not fat, are you?’ She’s using her earnest Woe is Me Mary voice.
Mom! I’m positively sylph-like! People call me slender; a bean pole. She laughs but with suspicion. I’m just right, Mom, I reassure her.
Dunno why she has this thing about weight! I mean, I’m a 69yr-old Dutchman it’s not like I’d get a boep or anything.
~~oo0oo~~
boep – status symbol; paunch