I noticed this on a shelf at the Temple this morning. I thought I'd share it with you. Well actually, it was originally sitting in thick black sludge which I managed to empty down the sink and then shook the really stubbornly thick bits out. Et Voila! I was left with this beauty...
The offspring think its 'cool' in the way only small boys can. Offspring- Minor wants to keep it as a friend (mental note; we must find him some real children to play with and stop telling him the Temple monkeys are hairy Year 1's). He obviously believes its extra-terrestrial. Maybe it is. After a few gaviscon and brandies (his favourite tipple), Mr S. claims he can see strange figures 'not from this world' - but hey,..if he will watch Jeremy Kyle in that state .
What I do know for certain is that it doesn't want to leave its bottle.
I'll be sleeping with a blunt object near me tonight (apart from Mr. S' s head)
I've seen those 1950's sci-fi films where a big slimy blob takes over the world. It could be making itself a sandwich as I write. Having said that it could make me one too...and look after the offspring... and tidy the Temple.
I'll call it Adam- no biblical connotation there -just another fat slimy blob I've known in the past.
I'm not entirely convinced I should admit to having something so questionable sitting in my kitchen. I should be blogging about how to make 'pretty things' and showing off my aspirational lifestyle. Never mind maybe next time.... thats if I'm not busy being Queen of the Universe, when Adam takes over...