Getting there maybe. Husband is home and there are remnants of his presence left everywhere. He will protest quite vehemently that he isn't messy, but when the amount of dirty dishes doubled, no spoons left in the cutlery drawer, a pile of possibly dirty- possibly next day wearable clothes at the foot of the bed and the shelf in the bathroom covered in manstuff, he's not invisible.
I go some of my perfume samples from Les Scentures yesterday and that's exciting! So far I like the smell of the caps on all of them, but I'll have to give each a try over the next couple weeks.
Today I tried Musc Maori by Parfumerie Generale, and doesn't that sound like a dark heady scent? Maori musk. I had images of the New Zealand Rugby team doing their Haka. Can you imagine the energy, strength, determination, intimidation and tension of those moments captured in a scent? I was very interested in this, it must be powerful scent. Well it's not. Not even a little bit. In fact when I first smelled it I said "It's a toffee." and for the first few moments I did smell like a fresh, hot buttery sweet toffee. Ever melt butter in a pan with sugar and vanilla? Go do that now and then you'll know how I smelled when I first applied this. Then after a few moments it mellowed and turned into eggnog. Gently spiced, very yummy, but still eggnog. An hour after I applied it, it softened further into a fairly generic vanilla powdered musk scent and it's lingered about like that for the rest of the day. It pretty much disappeared six hours later where I'm left smelling only faintly of vanilla sugar cookie. The musk is very light and more the white musk than animalic. Even now, it's evaporated off my skin but a bit still clings to my sweater's cuff, it's creamy vanilla. So any New Zealanders reading this want to explain to me why Maoris smell of sugar cookies? Just doesn't fit the image I had in my head. Maybe there's a Women's Rugby team in New Zealand and they smell of home baking?
I'm trying to teach myself how to do cryptic crosswords. I've always avoided them because, dammit they're weird! But I must not fear the weird. It's just that every question is a puzzle in itself and if you don't know how to solve them you're pretty much buggered. Even with some help, it's still hard. I've bought a newspaper each day and done as much as I can - not much, but the answers are in the following day so I can finish with a cheat sheet. So I've been learning that a lot of them are anagrams, or the answer is hidden in the clue but others are like any crossword clue; the maker pulled the answer out of his ass.
I've not heard mice for two nights running. Tuesday night I only head the faintest of gnawing but nothing that kept me up. I don't want to jinx it, but I think they're finally gone. I'll have Husband take me to the hardware store to get some traps so if they come back while he's away again I'll be able to set up the ladder and take of it myself and not pay £45 per call out for the exterminator. Although the thought of teetering at the top of a ladder at the top of a flight of stairs doesn't appeal.
The kids keep asking me to bake cookies, any recipes you guys want to recommend?
OH! I'm very excited about the upcoming Christmas special blogbook:
THE ITALIAN-GOURMET-BABY-FOOD BARON’S IRONICALLY PREGNANT MISTRESS!
Aren't you all-a-tingle in anticipation?!