Thursday, September 23, 2010
Alright already, I’m cutting to the chase.
Having the English inlaws visit has not panned out as per last week’s expectations. It was surely a matter of time before everyone had acclimatised and I would be swanning off to the nearest girly luncheon, knitting as I soirée-ed.
So, so not. The Mr has been up-to-the-eyeballs bizzy and I’ve been helping like a mostly helpful wife, while fast running out of dinner repertoire options, with which to do bedazzling, daughter-in-law, culinary brilliance.
Worse still, not a skerrick of craft has been achieved – a first in living memory. Not only that, I have managed but fleeting, opportunistic blog lurkery and am trusting that you lovely lot are versed in the time-poor, over-committed language of telepathic commentary. I’ve been missing not throwing my oar in.
So I’m off on an official bloggy break (rather than this recent sporadic blogging bizzo) over the rest of the school hols. I’m off to study up hard and stun the inlaws with magnificent culinary achievement: croquembouche? lobster thermidore? (suggestions whipped up in less than thirty minutes heartily welcomed). Along the wayside, I’ll find me some time out and hang out with the smalls.
When I’m back in a week or so, I’m hoping for less angst – although if you spotted the guest post over at WhipUp you’ll understand there’s a whole midlife crisis to tackle. In the meantime, have a mighty fine week, you lot. I’m already looking forward to the catch up.
PS. For the befuddled, the above image is a graphic representation of how it feels to live with not a skerrick of craft for an entire week.