OK. This is what I did:
Saturday night - some extended members of the Coven came 'round. I cooked. No one died - again. Copious amounts of wine were
Now, if you're thinking "Why does that warrant a seven day absence (not counting 'Help!' and 'Crazy' posts)?" It's because of the preparation:
Thinking, deciding, undeciding, cleaning, organising, shopping, more cleaning, inviting, reading recipe book, shopping, perhaps some light cleaning?, "I can't cook that!*", different shopping, despairing at bank balance, reading recipe book again, contemplating uninviting guests & cancelling the whole evening, throwing recipe book away, more shopping, some cleaning, marinating (chicken, not me), last minute cleaning, peeling, chopping, slicing, Eeek! What am I going to wear?! Actual cooking - everyone arrived on time meaning I couldn't hex it done, spiting Apocalypse Oven by only using it to warm plates - Ha! Realise I didn't change. Or do my hair. Oh well, more wine will remedy that. Kick last guest out at nearly 1am, clean, sleep, get up, clean, wake up, clean properly, collapse, sleep, get up, wake up, heave carcass to work again and again and again.
Oh. Here I am.
My! Doesn't time fly?
* Read: I can't be bothered to cook that.