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Feeding of the five thousand 08
Dec. 22nd, 2008 12:36 amYawn and stretch.
Feeding of five thousand successfully achieved and cleared up.
Spent morning as part of military operation (I missed the earlier parts on saturday) where get up, breakfast, then i start chopping, peeling and doign fiddly stuff while mum cooks and dad sorts out that space beyond the kitchen and makes it look nice and puts nibbles out. Bro's GF Louise manages to make me speechless at one point when they arrive around 11:30. Revenge I will have one day. Go get changed at 12:45 before gannets arrive.
Gannets arrive, food and drink shovelled in, new neighbours successfully assimilated by acquainting them with the cheeseboard and the chocolate and bramble mousse and apple tart. (Come. Join us. :waves stilton and grapes: it's like the mantra of the Dark Side for more discerning palates.) Sproglet had no tantrums or teary fits, looks more and more like Steph each day, and hustled off to study of girlspace and plied with Pixar. (the young ones long ago declared the study and my dvd collection theirs early on. I poked my head in this time to see the Moomin that lives in there being hauled around by the Sproglet and informed them of what my new dvds were. Soon came the strains of Monsters Inc...) Jason declared suicidal by dint of scraping the chocolate mousse bowl. MINE. As usual, too much food made. Armenian lamb frozen for another day. Amazingly, no food in carpet and no drinks spilled,. Miracles do happen. Cleaned up. Collapse.
Feeding of five thousand successfully achieved and cleared up.
Spent morning as part of military operation (I missed the earlier parts on saturday) where get up, breakfast, then i start chopping, peeling and doign fiddly stuff while mum cooks and dad sorts out that space beyond the kitchen and makes it look nice and puts nibbles out. Bro's GF Louise manages to make me speechless at one point when they arrive around 11:30. Revenge I will have one day. Go get changed at 12:45 before gannets arrive.
Gannets arrive, food and drink shovelled in, new neighbours successfully assimilated by acquainting them with the cheeseboard and the chocolate and bramble mousse and apple tart. (Come. Join us. :waves stilton and grapes: it's like the mantra of the Dark Side for more discerning palates.) Sproglet had no tantrums or teary fits, looks more and more like Steph each day, and hustled off to study of girlspace and plied with Pixar. (the young ones long ago declared the study and my dvd collection theirs early on. I poked my head in this time to see the Moomin that lives in there being hauled around by the Sproglet and informed them of what my new dvds were. Soon came the strains of Monsters Inc...) Jason declared suicidal by dint of scraping the chocolate mousse bowl. MINE. As usual, too much food made. Armenian lamb frozen for another day. Amazingly, no food in carpet and no drinks spilled,. Miracles do happen. Cleaned up. Collapse.
