Sunday, July 13, 2008

The morning after a very good night before

The morning after a Gin Club meeting always brings a smile; even before I have got out of bed, and way before my thumping head has registered that the alcohol tanks are still showing 'full'. My route to St Saviour of the Kettle takes me past what once could be described as my dining table. The detritus looks like someone actually managed a piss up in brewery. Demanda's earrings are perched tastefully next to a black olive on top of a dead wine bottle and there is half a punnet of raspberries that were destined for some exotic cocktail but never made it past the Pimms jug. A hoard of pistachio shells reminded me who won that particular competition and I spotted the paper bag I supplied when it appeared that Demoana couldn't breathe anymore.
Text messages on my soggy mobile ask where vital items of clothing and the odd body part might be located, Delilah also asked if I liked my present.
The tradition of presents to the host has developed like some mad un-planned ritual over the years. Mostly we bring gifts of bottled joy, varying snacks to keep up our energy levels and flowers for the one who moaned a lot at the last meeting. I scanned the table. My flowers were sitting askew in their temporary accommodation in the teapot but they were not from Delilah. I was puzzled.
Then I spotted it. Lying on the dresser with a very nice bow around it was a marrow. Why anyone would want to give a newly single, independent woman a marrow I don't know, but it is best not to dig too deeply into Delilah's mind as you never know what you are going to find?

Your suggestions on this subject are not welcome but I suppose you will have your say anyway!

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16 comments:

Roberta said...

::Giggling:::

But not saying a word. :^X

john.g. said...

HELL,you'll need a bucket full of gel for that mother!!!!!!!

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry Minx, I can't stop laughing long enough to think of something clever and witty to offer up to you.

Nothing could compare to that.

HA HAAAAA HAAAAA HAAA AAAHAAAA!!!!!

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Jon M said...

Stuffing comes to mind for some reason....scrape out the seeds, stuff it and bake it!

What? You didn't think I would sink to such depths as to suggest...

Minx said...

Giggling is acceptable, Roberta, but absolutely no tittering or sniggering.

Hair gel, John G?

Aren't my friends kind, Scarlett, seeing to my nutritional needs as well as my emotional ones?

It would be a shame to do any of that to it, Jon, it really is a fine specimen. Delilah is claiming she grew it on her allotment but as she has enough trouble keeping herself watered I am a little suspicious!

Debi said...

Hmmm. FB was given a butternut squash as a barmitzvah present ...

Anyway, if you don't want to think about what to do with it right now, you could always come back tomarrow.

Roberta said...

Funny. When you said "Marrow" I thought of BONE marrow. I was half right. ;^D

leslie said...

One guy here on this link bragging about how he arrived at a 30 pound marrow with little fertilizer and not having to bury the main stem...

http://www.geocities.com/sunflower_info/Marrows.html

Minx said...

That's good, Debi, vegetables are a socially acceptable present then. I was wondering.

Please explain, Roberta? Heh.

People can get so childish about vegetables, Leslie!

mutleythedog said...

Because they are growing like crazy on the allotments right now! Also they can be used as dildoes...

Minx said...

I shall send you the marrow, Muts, for being the first person to say dildo on my blog - well done!

BarbaraS said...

Goodness, that is a big one!?! Plenty of eating on it... *runs away*

Minx said...

It's all right, Babs, the nasty green thing has now been eaten!

soubriquet said...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dildo,_Newfoundland_and_Labrador

Minx said...

Only you could possibly have found a town called South Dildo, Soub!!

Wordcrafter said...

I just started to read you.... I can't stop laughing... seems you are such gleeful minx:) and spinterhood not such dire state; not with such lovely, thoughtful friends... wish men were as mindful of their manners, in remembering to bring their marrow too, which they -not infrequently, seem to have misled in the woods on their way home! :):):) B.