Journal: Entry for Sophy

If I ever invite anyone for dinner it's probably a good idea to stay home.

So yesterday I invited a bunch of friends over for Welsh dinner, and had decided that for once I'd cook for people without any of them having to do anything practical around the apartment. It feels like a very mature and socially kind thing to do, in diffence to my usual: while you are coming over, couldnt you bring your powertools and put up this and that for me?

Well. That didnt work out like that all. When the two first people arrived, I arrived as well while I was late from work, so Niclas had to take the trash out and Anisa hoover, while I started on the food. And second blow with the knife, I accidentally take of two millimetres of a fingertip, and have to put on a bandaid without noticing the actual amount of blood. I give up cooking for a while and run around doing other things, until Anisa notices that the floor is sprinkled with jam or oilcolour or something. That actually turns out to be blood, and I end up sitting with my finger wrapped, while pooor Anisa has to wash two floors, the freezer, a closet, one wall and the frames of two doorways and Niclas has to make the food instead, while I'm not quite able to make it vegetarian anymore.

Well, the rest of the evening was awesome! And I still have leftovers in the fridge so I can lure someone over to help me with the dishes, while I'm not quite capable of doing them today.