It's not my fault. Mother Medusa has had us all at sixes and sevens for the entire week. It's been stressful but it's all fixed now. According to her, she has kept the family together by unselfishly forgiving us for how we acted. She loves Meals on Wheels, not particularly the food but the sympathy she's getting from the volunteers is welcome because her crappy family don't do sympathy.
I have a witness to this week's insanity.
A wandering country boggart dropped in carrying a bottle of Bombay Sapphire and while I cook, the brownie washes dishes. We're doing this very well considering the length of the cocktail hour/s. There isn't time to blog, what with slicing up lemons and freezing water for ice and drinking.
Not only do brownies help in kitchens, they help in computers. My bookmarks are aphalbetically sorted and put in folders and do you think that didn't confuse two eyeballs full of gin. I also blame the Bombay for wondering why I haven't had an email from her in a week.
Now I've been tagged to give you 5 weird things about me or the blog. Sorry Helen but I lost the rules.
1. I'm not weird.
2. Nothing I do is weird.
3. My family is weird.
4. Eating chocolate cream covered sponge with strawberries and drinking gin is delicious not weird.
5. Thinking that Lord Hughes of Fleetwood and Lord Sedgwick of Strathmore are two of the tallest, darkest, handsomest 'Mr Darcy' types I've ever known is truly weird. I blame the gin for that hallucination. They're funny though, weird but funny but that could be the gin.