Debby - you may go straight to the comments section and talk about Copenhagen. I really don't think it is in your best interests to read this one. It involves a word starting with the letter S and is something you really don't want to read about.
Today, Nana (my mother), who has been with us for a week to look after 'Salina should I have the unborn whilst school was still in, packed up and took 'Salina out to Granite Glen. She will return when the baby is born.
This means tonight is the first - and possibly the last - child-free evening for some weeks.
You know what this means?
Curry...
V and I were in the kitchen, preparing for our feast.
I had cubed and salted eggplant and chopped many vegetables. V was doing the same with pork.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Eddie go past. I automatically checked his bowl and added some dried.
Some 5 minutes later, our early chores in the kitchen completed, we moved into the living room.
Suddenly V turned around and told me to get out of the house!!
What he had seen and I had not was Eddie was playing in the living room with his latest toy - obviously all the craze at the moment - a baby brown snake...#
While there may have been a nanosecond of two of indecision about me leaving my mate in the path of danger and endorsing a policy contrary to my feminist leanings*, common sense prevailed and continuation of species was ensured. I fled downstairs and out to the front of the house, so I could remotely monitor the battle between freaked out husband, snake and cat.
I could hear V. There was the occasional utterance of a colour phrase or two regarding the stupidity of ginger cats, placement and awkwardness of furniture and piles of "stuff" in the living room and advice to the reptile.
Then there was a long silence.
"Honey" I piteously wabled, mentally working out what I should do in regards to all number of catostrophic possibilites.
A pregnant pause.
"Honey" a little bit louder.
Finally I hear a drawer and the reassuring snap-snap of the tongs - long-handled tongs, I would have surmised based on the
V came to the window and explained the situation and momentarily bemoaned the lack of following through an earlier idea of actually acquiring the local snake-catchers' numbers, all the while checking over his left shoulder for the baby brown to stir from behind a large desk.
Mid-sentence, he swivelled and was gone from view.
Eddie appeared around the side of the house, cool as a cucumber. He came and rubbed against my legs like it was perfectly normal for the two of us to be sharing the front yard of an early evening.
A strange hissing sound came from the house. I contemplated whether snakes really did hiss as per the cartoons - all snakes in my history have not, but that is not conclusive proof.
Then again came the hissing, and it was definitely not of the herpetic variety. A strange smell accompanied the sound.
Then there was banging, then there was banging and hissing, then there was banging and hissing and snap-snapping.
Eddie completely ignores this and attempts to lay a whole heap of love on me.
A finale then silence.
Emerging on the balcony was a victorious V, tongs aloft with the snake. As he came downstairs and across to where the snake was disposed of, Eddie attempted to walk off as if there was nothing at all concerning in this scenario.
I grabbed the felonious feline and carried him upstairs, ready to rouse as soon as I had him safely locked within.
I quickly cooked up the base ingredients of the curry and then added the magic Hot Singapore Curry Sauce and covered the curry to cook through.
Dinner was delicious, the cat is completely freaked out, for some reason imagining the snake is still in the house.
# It was not the same type or types previously seen.
* I saw a tea-towel in a dollar shop today. It would have been worth a blog and may be in the future, but the short version is it was branded "Feminist Tea-Towel" and wasn't. V got the full version of the vent...
Oh - and the hissing - Fast Knockdown apparently is an inspirational choice for snake-bamboozling.