Pretend-Pretend

Purple Fairy for Mia
by Margie

I am too old to play "pretend-pretend". Mia, my eldest, would disagree, but at 35 I am too old and too tired. I mean, why keep up the pretense?Yes, it is official:  I HATE exercise. Every ounce of my body revolts against the idea of putting on a pair of trainers and hitting the tarmac. But I, I suppose, I have to do something to counteract the impact of my new pet project. It is awful, awful, awful and I would avoid it at any cost, if only I could.

In fact, while I am at it, there are a few things that I am sick of "pretending" about. I think one reaches an age where you realise that you do not have to impress anyone anymore. You can truly just be yourself. It is okay to admit liking Kylie Minogue and Nine Inch Nails. It is even acceptable to admit liking the odd "Take That" song (but I don't think I am ready for that yet. Baby steps, Margie, baby steps.) I, however, will restrain myself from publishing all the things I am sick of pretending to like or accept, for fear of being sued for hate speech. I mean, if Oprah got sued by the beef industry for saying she is not eating Hamburgers anymore (I kid you not! The trial went on for several years), who knows what can happen if I say something like;'I cannot stand watching Steven Spielberg's movies', for instance.
Tomorrow is Friday. Two more sleeps, then it is the day I have been looking forward to all week. Poor Stefan has been working almost every night this week. I can't wait to catch up with him. It is nice having someone around that I do not have to pretend with, I can just be me.

The menu is planned. I am not giving anything away, except that there will be some form of chocolate...and cream, lost and lots of cream.

O yes, if you have any recipe ideas to forward or challenge us with, please send them to satfatterdays@gmail.com. (No it is not a typing error, it was the only email address that was still available!)

Until Saturday....