I haven't been around as much as I'd've liked this past week or two, but I do have a reason: The Parents are on the verge of moving house - the big day being this Monday.
Obviously, this means that their selfless, abled-bodied, only son - i.e. me - has been kept busy with various heavy lifting, packing, cleaning, and storage tasks. In fact, I've just returned from The Parents' having loaded Car full of boxes of things that The Mother doesn't want the removal men to lose or break.
As I drifted in and out of The Mother's stream of wittering, I caught this little nugget of information: "This will be the first house I've lived in with a [built in] toilet roll holder!"
I couldn't bear to ask if that was the reason for moving...
In other news, a couple of days ago, my viewing of Harry Hill's You've Been Framed was rudely interrupted by the phone ringing. After much exasperated sighing, I heaved myself off the sofa and answered the phone to a really-quite-convincing and very youthful Lancashire-accented: "Have you seen my friend? Kimberley?"
After I'd picked myself off the floor where I'd fallen about in hysterical laughter, The Little Witch - née Babyzilla - proceeded to ask me: "Is it on the trolley?"
It turns out that Indescribable had been invited into The Little witch's 'café', and when asked what sort of food she served, The Little Witch stated "soup". Indescribable - probably chuckling to herself, what with being a huge Victoria Wood fan - asked for two soups. The Little Witch, totally unprompted, then
After almost wetting herself laughing, Indescribable saw fit to teach The Little Witch various Victoria Wood sketches which is how I came to be recounting it for you now.