That Was The Week That Was

It's been a very busy week, all told.

I have spent two days at my mother's house, cleaning. My mother's house is now all shiny and sparkly, while my own, due to a distinct lack of attention, resembles Beirut on a bad day.

I attended a talk on 'Fair Trade' products on Tuesday morning, and without even opening my mouth, found myself involved in knitting squares for hospital blankets. (30 sts; 22 rows - any offers of help gratefully received)

On Tuesday evening, I was helping out at the Enquirers Group (people coming into the Catholic church), minding my own business, when Fr. J. told the entire assembly that the Father of This Lot and myself remind him of Dr. Cox and his wife in a programme called 'Scrubs'.

Bearing in mind that

a) I have never seen 'Scrubs', and

b) I may have misled the said assembly slightly by not actually mentioning that we are, for the most part, not the perfect specimens of an ideal happy Catholic marriage, in that we don't actually live in the same house,

...there were some quite bemused looks coming my way.

This afternoon, I have watched ten minutes of an episode of 'Scrubs' which included a bedroom scene involving Dr. and Mrs. Cox.

As Mrs. Cox was heard to say 'I cannot let you back into my life to go through all this again', I can only assume that Fr. J. is either psychic, or has spent many an evening bi-locating as a fly on my bedroom wall.

And on the subject of The Father of This Lot, we had an evening out during the week.

Some of this lot were quite excited. However, any hopes that they had of their parents spending a romantic evening together were quickly dashed when he phoned minutes before I was due to meet him and said:

'The quiz is about to start. Ask your mother does she want me to get her a sheet.'

Needless to say, I was not harbouring any thoughts of romance. Which was a good job, really, because I wasn't disappointed.

Actually, he's been around quite a bit this week. It has made blogging and commenting rather difficult, since he is blissfully unaware of it. It has, however, kept the neighbours busy, looking to see whether his car is on the path in the morning or not. (He could have kept them guessing and parked the car in the garage, were it not for the two Tesco-sized freezers, spare washing machine, various bikes, extra television and three rabbits with hutch).

And I know that I was supposed to be doing the draw for the giveaway today, but as the prize hasn't yet arrived from Amazon, I'll leave it open for a bit longer in case you missed it.