Feb 09, 2006 19:36
I've been so mad busy, I can't even say! Between Monday's and Tuesday's morning piano lessons with Andy, Susan, Fergus, Jenny, and Kristina, and my hours working for Terry, I feel quite accomplished indeed. I helped Fleur choose a bathing costume this afternoon, and it was a good thing I was there because two of the boys working were trying to have a peek in the dressing area. I'm quite envious that she's going on holiday to France, chanceux!, but I've no time for holidays, so it's all for best.
I'm quite fucking thankful to be busy because it allows me a legitimate excuse to put off those dinners with Dad and his new sweetheart who, by the by, doesn't eat anything with butter in it. He asked me if I could make them a Sunday meal without any butter! What an idea, what an idea. She'll only ever see Dad on Sundays, for some reason, and only ever at his house. I suspect she's trying to keep their relationship a bit of a secret. All Dad does anymore is sit at home and listen to the wireless, waiting for Sunday to come round.
I'm working Sunday, right Terry?
Oh, and while I'm bothering you with questions, do you think we might have a signing at the shop for Anthony? We could dress Serge and Steve up like characters from The Golden and give away free tarts and pastries. Muggles like BDs and comics as well, you know.