Good grief it’s Monday… I could bore you with an explanation, but really, does anyone care?! Only MM and he’s accepting of circumstances in his usual fishy way.

We were quiz-lings again on Friday, and psychopaths (or should that be sociopaths?) notwithstanding, a good time was had by all.

This week, the Teenager had his first humiliation in matters of the heart. Apparently, my rather vocal outrage and promise to swot her like a fly in my own game of seek and destroy, quelled his bleeding heart and even made him laugh. One special hot chocolate and an entry into the Mrs Mackerel Book of Grudges (deposing Mick Mills off the number one hot spot that he’d occupied for 20 plus years) appears to have done the trick, for the time being at least. No-one loves you like your Mama does. (Can you picture me knitting in my rocking chair, curtains flapping in the breeze, muttering to myself? I’m nearly there.)

It’s been a long week. See you Friday.

Mrs Mackerel

The usual patter from MM is that you can’t post that because [insert tedious reason]. This time the censorial Mackerel has not waived his customary musical scythe in my direction, and so rejoice that for once I can post my first choice. Well I’m pleased anyway.

Here’s a rather sad but happy offering from the son of Psycho actor Anthony Perkins, Elvis Perkins in Dearland entitled Doomsday. Listen and you’ll know what I mean. It’s rather splendid.

Download Elvis Perkins In Dearland – Doomsday mp3 (from Elvis Perkins In Dearland)