I was supposed to be at an anti-christening today. The threat of spending time with my extended family, being pleasant, gave me the impetus to make up an excuse not to go.
I said I had The Plague.
Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that I'd already used the very same excuse to get out of going to a wedding earlier in the year. Uncle Raven DeVyse hadn't forgotten, however. I immediately told him that I hadn't actually been dignosed yet, but that I'd get back to him as soon as I had. After all, I'm a Master of the Black Arts, not a doctor!
After a couple of hours, I called Uncle Raven only to have Aunt Immaculata answer. It turns out he was getting his fangs polished for the occasion. Anyway, I told her it wasn't The Plague after all, it was scurvy. She just sighed and told me I needed to eat more vegetarians. I told her I'd make a concerted effort, but I still didn't feel well enough to go so I'd see them another time (maybe next century).
So, here I am. At home. Waiting for the paint on the kitchen cupboards to dry. Thrilling, eh? At least IDV's still on holiday - I can have some peace and quiet.