Liveblogging a dinner party. Apparently.
Mar. 15th, 2008 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have opened the red wine, and put the white in the fridge.
I have laid the table.
I have listened to (all) the music.
I have fed the cats.
I have carelessly allowed the cats to steal more than they were originally permitted (came downstairs to find Baz lioning a home-made pork scratching (they go with the broccoli/mushroom/ham/blue cheese thing) while Mac chewed on some dug-out bread, which is fairly typical division of labour).
What more can I do? I'm stuck now. Can't start chopping mushrooms and ham, or I will just die under an effusion of cats; I need the guests to fend them off me. All the other cooking is pretty much done, and I am bored/restive/anxious/all three.
Peg is due to pick up Gavin at seven, but she will be late; Peg-and-Gavin are then due to pick up Gail by seven-thirty, but they will be later.
*twitch*
I have laid the table.
I have listened to (all) the music.
I have fed the cats.
I have carelessly allowed the cats to steal more than they were originally permitted (came downstairs to find Baz lioning a home-made pork scratching (they go with the broccoli/mushroom/ham/blue cheese thing) while Mac chewed on some dug-out bread, which is fairly typical division of labour).
What more can I do? I'm stuck now. Can't start chopping mushrooms and ham, or I will just die under an effusion of cats; I need the guests to fend them off me. All the other cooking is pretty much done, and I am bored/restive/anxious/all three.
Peg is due to pick up Gavin at seven, but she will be late; Peg-and-Gavin are then due to pick up Gail by seven-thirty, but they will be later.
*twitch*