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azziriaSo 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.
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.
