At dinner last night, Dad decided he couldn't quite finish that last Algerian sausage, so resolved to squirrel it away for the long winter of tomorrow. (When it comes to food, Dad is always preparing for the long winter of tomorrow, both in the amount he wants to eat, and in the amount he wants to store.) We did have cling wrap, but that didn't seem to have any appeal when there was a cupboard full of glass tumblers.
Now, in this instance (and a few others like it) Dad could be described as any number of things. The polite options are:
a) eccentric;
b) lazy;
c) eccentricly lazy; or
d) lazy in his eccentricity.
Actually, scratch d); he always seems to give 100% in that respect.
