|Minus the Minions
||[Oct. 3rd, 2006|11:21 am]
Alas my minions I am undone, oh very well bored.
It's this damned change in season, not that I am a fan of summer (have you seen what sun can do to the paler scalp?!) but nothing is dying fast enough. I went out to sweep the leaves this morning and laugh mercilessly at their demise (as you do) and you know how many were out there? THREE! What in the name of Slytherin’s sweaty underpants (no offence great-great-great-you get the hint-grandpa) is going on?! Where is the cold?! Where is the suffering and the soggy days and that funny smell you get when you walk past peoples allotments? GONE I TELL YOU, GONE!!!
No I cannot pretend any longer my faithful drones, my melancholy has not been caused by the demise of so few tree coverings. I am afraid I have lost my Deatheaters to the wizard adult education program.
It all started in September when Bellatrix picked up a pamphlet on evil sidekick courses. At the time it seemed like a good idea, they had all been slumming around the house all summer and I was started to get a little vexed, so of course they got a little hexed at that. So I naturally agreed to let them all go on that blasted course so that they would improve their somewhat dire skills and I could get a few free evenings to work on my new embroidery (it's one of Mickey Mouse strangling Potter to death, an early Christmas present for Cissy). What I didn't realise that it would mean that I now only see them twice a week, where they spend the whole time talking about people and incidents that I know nothing about.
The thing is, what with Halloween coming up (that's not been a good holiday for a few years I can tell you) I just feel that I deserve a little attention and maybe the occasional Fondue and muggle torture evening.
Oh well I better go see how the casserole is doing, dinner for one again.
I need a life.