The Lovely Claudia and Mad Carina came and drank eye of newt tea. We studied the entrails of a cupcake and it was decided that my future looks quite bright and rosy so I shouldn't be angry or worried. I love my friends.
The Student has been nominated for a cinematography award. What kind I am not sure but even if it's "my little first moving pictures" I will be proud. He's going to be Steven Spielberg one day.
I was so busy being a proud mother along with staring into space and trying to knit a very very difficult little dog that I forgot about the dinner. It was supposed to be very slowly cooked lamb shanks. At about 7pm the Apprentice mentioned dinner and I suddenly remembered. Oh well, fast cooked lamb shanks anyone? and we would have got away with it had the Senior Darleck not chosen that moment to trundle in and catch us shoving in the wine and rosemary onto raw meat. He was so cross. I cooked something else in a bid to appease his temper tantrum and avoid extermination.
M-C has just rung. We are not going to the funeral today after all. Oh well, what on earth shall I do instead? A bit of dancing and some swimming. Put on your red shoes and dance away the blues ... let's dance. I'll dig out the tune and yell along to David Bowie.
I feel a painting about to burst out. I absolutely love being me.
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