Gushy fudz, and their aftermaths

[desperance]

Mac has got the sneezles. This is on account of trying to pursue the gushy-fudz tin into the washing-up bowl, and thus getting suds up his nose. Snortle.

He thinks he has his revenge on me (although he is still sneezing). After making a total nuisance of himself all afternoon (want chocolate! want egg! want orange! oh - no, don't want orange! want orange! etc etc), he has finally succeeded in snaffling and running away with --

A piece of cucumber-skin peeling. If I'd known he'd want that...

In the other side of the same news, I have cooked this afternoon, to the tune of a two-course pudding and a starter, both for tomorrow, and rice for tonight. Also I have made vague gestures towards cleaning the bathroom. When I have done what remains of the washing up (not much, blessedly, for I wash as I go, necessarily: not that I'm short of matériel, but this is a very small kitchen), I shall make vague gestures towards cleaning the kitchen too.

And then I shall drink that bottle of wine that has been singing siren songs at me for the last couple of hours already, and then perhaps I'll go to bed. Without having written a word today, and feeling absolutely fine about it, actually, thanks...

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[time-freak.livejournal.com]

Mac is so entertaining!