Stuff

So how long have I got before the kids stop finding Mummy dancing around the kitchen to loud music amusing, and start finding it embarrassing?

And today's task: two brace of pheasant, delivered to my doorstep by a friend late last night, to pluck and draw. Kids seem to be fascinated and not squicked at all by dead birds hanging in the garage... got a feeling that DS is going to want to see exactly what's inside them.

And I get to do the deed because DH is a lily-livered physicist who can't cope with dead things until they're roasted and totally unrecogniseable on his plate, whereas as a biologist I'm supposed to be unsquickable. Which luckily I pretty much am.

Fear me!

I seem to have inadvertently earned serious brownie points for dealing with these pheasants. As I was pulling the entrails from the fourth one, DH said in hushed, admiring and reverent tones “I think you’re terribly brave to be able to do that”.

Ha! I am a woman who can disembowel dead animals! Fall down and worship me!

*snigger*