At some point this morning the Talkatives arrive. It's the pre Chrimbo visit. Mad dog will be going crazy and no doubt knock down the Chrimbo tree. Our cats are going to have to be locked away each in a different room. Because they don't get on. Then I'll have to take the entire family for a walk because mad dog hasn't been out for her little run. Return home about an hour later. And Crazy mama would of had a go at burning the dinner or ensuring every substance she cooks has got some form of hydrogenated fat in it. Did you know Paxo Stuffing has got it? Read the packet you'll see. Then the boys will get into a fight, little Angel Talkative will scream, and I will through half bleary eyes nod off and watch part of East Enders, wishing I was in some other land. Some very far away land. Where mad dogs, crazy mother's, over talkative sisters, screaming little angels and hydrogenated fats did not exist.
Better get changed and scrubbed up. Wonder if garlic would help?
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