I'll apologise to Dar now for having mangled her title, but oh boy was I lacking in inspiration this morning. It's been a week. A busy week but one in which one of my clients told me I'd transformed him. Which was nice. But also a week in which I spent the whole of Saturday night writing a memo, and then went to bed. Which pissed me off. A week in which we struggled through our Saturday morning appointments (which were a session with the trainer at 0745 and a hair, nails etc appointment at 9am for me, but well, when else am I going to fit it in?) in order to get to my parents-in-law's house on time for what we thought was an intimate family lunch consisting of our PsIL, H's brother and SIL and their two children, and H's cousin who is over from Oz and his wife and two children.
Only when we got there it turned out to be those people PLUS all of H's father's brothers (4) AND all their wives (4) and children (about 20) and grandchildren (umpty million). Yup, no one in that family has any trouble procreating. Except us of course. And the number of people who said: "Wow, we haven't seen you since the wedding and how have you BEEN?!" with a questioning look on their faces would need to be counted on the fingers of very much more than my two hands. The food consisted of the EU's entire backstock of new potatoes (my MIL miscalculated somewhat. Seriously, we all ate a lot and then when we'd finished we discovered the world's largest stock pot on the stove, still full of potatoes. It was like that fairy story of the magic cauldron), plus a huge variety of barbecued (incinerated) meat. On the one hand my FIL was very keen to cook the meat properly, hence the high carbon content. On the other hand when distracted he just started loading the cooked meat back onto the platters where the raw meat had been marinating. Hence kind of invalidating the whole "don't give your guests food poisoning" element of incinerating the meat in the first place. And then after about an hour my SIL and I realised that our MIL was really quite drunk. It was the picking lamb chops off the plate and tearing them into pieces her fingers, then wiping her fingers on the tablecloth while telling us a long involved story about the sports club they belong to that gave it away. It was actually quite funny in a hysterical sort of way.
Sorry. I do love my PsIL very much, but yesterday was all a bit much for me.
In a minute we are off to my mother's 70th birthday party. Yes, this is the birthday that keeps on giving. Sadly the weather has gone from nicely sunny yesterday to grey and showery today. Which is what British weather does, I guess. Mum seems to be holding it together quite well for someone who has 100 people coming to eat lunch in her garden in a few hours. The only thing she has nagged me about in the last 24 hours is finding her some Essie nail polish in Pomegranate, because apparently hers has chipped. But I'm insisting that there's none to be found despite not really having tried. Because I'm a terrible person like that.
After the party I fly off to Austria where I'll be leading a training course all week. It's going to be pretty busy so I might be a bit quiet. Have fun without me.