We're half way through Movember and the world has a distinctive flavour of Musketeer with a large percentage of male friends and collegues starting to support some impressive (and some less impressive) facial furniture. Having a tricky meeting with a gentleman colleague sporting a handlebar moustache was made all the more challenging today as I wafted in and out of confusion,fascination,repulsion and focus. The latter being made all the more tricky by the fact lack of sleep is still a major factor in my ability to concentrate.
Mol has been under the weather and very unlike her usual chirpy. Days of winging and clinging and snot and calpol and explosive nappies have run into nights of wailing and screaming and winging and clinging and calpol. Here at Team Anonimum headquarters we have been stretched to our limits of temper and are trying hard to keep our eyes on the happy family prize. Now if only the cat could stop choosing to torment her night time play things by my pillow or understand the concept of the naughty step things may stay just the right side of 'over the edge'.
Tonight, we had belly pork with roast spuds, greens and onion gravy. Mol decided she was a fan of the gravy and was allowed to dip her potatos into the jug, basically only as it was very sweet and she hadn't really eaten anything for a few days. At the end of the meal she was fully embracing the Movember movement with some creative oniony gravey top lip and chin (and eye and hair and elbow) decorations.
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