8:42 p.m. - 2007-12-18
Icing On The Cake.
How many shades of pink are there? More than you think. As you can see the diary is now pink thanks to a very kind fellow diarist who told me how to go about making it so, people can be so nice. I spent a very enjoyable half hour mucking about with colour codes when I should have been working a few days back and plumped for the shade you now see as being most workable. I think Twinks would have preferred me to be bolder in my choice of shade, but after doing some experimenting I decided that burning out the retinas of readers with screaming shades of fuchsia was not a good idea. I didn�t want to end up being cited as causer of migraines and bilious attacks. Talking of headaches Twinkles has had a severe one, though thankfully he�s on the mend. He�s had a bad case of sinusitis, he really was ill with it, at one point he was just about banging his head off the wall because the pain was so bad. Of course he was convinced that he had a brain tumour and began drafting his last will and testament designating who was to have custody of his frocks and beloved wig collection though he wanted to be buried in his Cher wig, not just the Cher wig of course, he wasn�t Lady Godiva, but his Cher wig and his favourite gown, and then he went through his wardrobe trying to decide which of his gowns was actually his favourite whereupon he came to the conclusion that none of them were, which meant that before he died he�d have to hit the shops and find a gown fit to be buried in, plus a pair of shoes, a nice handbag and a glamorous wrap. Our doctor reassured him that sinusitis, though often very painful, wasn�t usually fatal and prescribed antibiotics and a nasal spray. Twinks still thought it might be expedient to get in a decent �burial� outfit, but I said no, it was too morbid�morbidly expensive that is. He�s much better now, still getting the odd twinge, but not looking anyway near as drawn and ill as he did, my poor boy he needed much TLC. Thankfully he and mum have now ironed out their differences and are speaking again. The falling out was due to Christmas cake, or rather the icing on the cake. Twinkles usually decorates mum�s fruitcake for her, he enjoys the creative challenge and he always does a lovely job of it. Anyway, one of Prissy�s daughters was visiting and mentioned that she was doing a cake icing and decorating course at the local FE Centre, Prissy mentioned that Joan (my mother) baked a beautiful Christmas cake and before you know it the daughter (Amy, I think) had volunteered to ice it. Mum was in an awkward position, she didn�t want to upset Twinkles, but nor did she want to upset Priscilla or his daughter, after all she�s still trying to build up a relationship with his family. She felt that if she came out and said, sorry, but I�ve already got a cake decorator then Amy would see it as a direct snub, and I could see her point. Amy was obviously making the offer as a gesture of friendliness and goodwill to her father�s new wife, trying to make up for prior awkwardness and to turn it down for whatever reason would be to risk causing more awkwardness as well as embarrassment. Mum hoped Twinkles would understand, and of course he did, he understood that his efforts weren�t good enough and that he�d been snubbed and consequently they had a huge row with many bitchy and unkind words being spoken by both parties. To be truthful I was cross with Twinkles, he chose to be awkward because he�d had a bad day at work, he was out of sorts over his sister and it was the perfect excuse to lose control and let rip, sometimes he just can�t help himself. I came close to putting him over my knee and spanking him for the way he behaved over it and we had strong words. I told him that it was fine to feel disappointed, but that he could at least try to view the situation from mum�s side of the fence. He stubbornly and selfishly refused to feel anything but insulted and actually ended up baking a Christmas cake of his own, the first time he�s ever made one, though he has yet to ice it, he hasn�t had time with work and sinusitis. I was pleased when he offered the olive branch first in the form of a spray of mum�s favourite carnations and freesias accompanied by an apology.
Himself is currently crashed out on the couch snoring his head off, he�s shattered and not just because of the sinus infection but because he�s working longer hours and barely has time to snatch a lunch or tea break with the shop being so busy. I�ll have to wake him up or he won�t sleep properly tonight.
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