Scene 1: Curate and DarlingDaughter are driving DD to work
DD: So, what are you going to do with your day off?
C: Not sure...Dog walk, a bit of blogging...don't seem to have much to blog about really
DD: Oh something'll happen you can write about. It always does
Scene 2: the Curate's kitchen. The curate opens the plate cupboard and is unexpectedly showered with cold duck stock (a bowl of which is, for some reason, cooling on the top shelf of said cupboard).
Having retreated to the shower, Curate attempts to clean kitchen floor, only to discover that despite the life-time's supply of cleaning materials which her m-i-l produced as a house-warming present (anyone would think the Curate was neglectful of her housewifery) there isn't a new head for the kitchen mop anywhere. Camera pans out to show whole clerical kitchen, awash with gloop.
Curate: ****!!!!! ****!!!!! ********!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I supposed to blog this??