A dilema.

The eponymous dilema being:  what do you write in a blog about your day, when your day was not really anything to write about?  The highlight of the day has to be me and Ruth telling Mum that some music was Phil Collins, and then her asking if we were sure about 15 minutes into it.  It was daft punk.

Basically, my day has consisted of me altruisticly fullfiling the tedious duty which my mother compiled into a list stuck on the fridge this morning, all in preparation for a barbeque which is happening now as I type.  To be honest, I'm clearly a fantastic person, because I've toiled all day for the sake of a barbeque which is about as dry as the charcoal we're using to cook it, just because I so much love my mummy.  It's days like these that I pine for the Xbox, and begin to resent my father's favourable position in the current stalemate.  However, putting it behind for the moment is the best thing to do, because nobody wants anything getting inbetween how cool my dad is and how much we think he's nang, so for the sake of staying on good terms, we're leaving the scandal mostly under wraps.

So, that's about it.  Everyone's making there way of for holidays, the internet will dry up like an old well, those regular emailing fans will cease their contact, long lost friends will be lost truly for a couple of months, and of course, in a week or two even this blog will be put on hold.  I'm a little tired, and I've got that thing where I get all sentimental and reflective from listening to too much Nat King Cole.  Anyways, the laughter from downstairs becons, the party awaits.