Our house has been commandeered as a film set for my son's film project. We are being invaded by satanic mutant schoolgirls in tartan plus friends. We now have a tasteless moving waterfall picture on our walls (complete with audio bird and flowing water soundtrack. Our cats have gone into hiding. The screening - three episodes on Warwick TV - will be interesting to say the least and i'm hopeful it will hasten my ambition to be a trailer trash mother - ideally in somewhere sunny rather than a grey rainy day in Hackney.
However, my friend Penny, cast as a 'mum' who dies a horrible death (involving mushroom soup and Golden Syrup with red food colouring) joined a cast of seven. We provided chilli con carne and wine for the crew. Alan thinks he's a new career as on-set caterer.
Meanwhile, current possible grown-up pursuits include Binnie's Breakfasts, a Vietnamese sojourn and a Brittany irrigation project using our own water well supply. We'll see what happens. Meanwhile, Number one son is progressing through the interview process with Amazon, and speeding along his desire to saddle himself with a mortgage. In any event, it's a good excuse for a trip to Scotland in the not-too-distant future.
We are waiting for Eric's prognosis after his biopsy on Friday (ericavebury@blogspot.com) and hoping all will be well.
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