Labour Day - 2011 Edition

A yearly tradition that I am not ready to give up. Happy Labour Day, comrades!

Invitations

38 invitations have been sent out. Not counting my housemates.

Should they all come I have a problem. A space, time, food, money problem. However ( as has been cleverly pointed out by an invité who happens to have just read his invitations in pretty much the same room as I am in now and has asked for the menu prior to his consent which of course I have refused for it is only proper that everyone waits his/her turn) hardly ever does everyone you invite show up.

Conclusion I'm catering for about 12 people. Everybody else will have to stuff themselves with cake.

P.S. The full menu will be published one week prior to the festivities, I expect all rsvp's by then.

Hectic Days

I have returned from London. In one piece but somewhat sad after the loss of my beloved Nicholas. I have managed to paint one wall of my room in time for the scheduled installing of shelves only to be informed hours later that the shelves-installer won't show up. I have cooked a delicious Couscous (dixit the eaters) and helped to cook an even better lasagne with mascarpone the day after. I reported for duty at my holiday job, lived through the medical check and met my colleagues. I have barely eaten today and I am exhausted by the heath.


Come back some other day for a review of London musea, a detailed description of my colleagues, an analysis of my emotional state and whatever more you fancy reading.

The ides of March

The ides of march have come and also nearly gone. In the few minutes that it lasts I don't plan on going to the Senate so for another year I have avoided being stabbed 44 times. Lucky me. But then again I don't have a son called Brutus so the chances were very small to start with.
I'll be busy the next week or so, don't check back. I'll have plenty to write but no time to write it.