Thursday, 10 March 2011
A Nice Bowl of Face Stab
I've so far left Rome, carried some flowers for a woman wearing a very unflattering frock, recovered a horse for an old man who can't handle the horses no more, and fired a cannon. Naturally, this is just the build-up to the wandering around beautiful Renaissance Italy (with the exception of that marshy place), leaping about on rooftops and stabbing guards in the face, but I can't be arsed with it.
Actually quite worried as I had the choice of playing Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood or cleaning the kitchen. I paused the game and cleaned the kitchen and now I'm cooking beef in Newky Brown in a slow cooker. Then I'm doing a suet crust and we are having a pie.
WTF is happening to me? Have I become possessed by the rabid spirit of some 50s housewife? Really don't like this shit, need to get back to work, and soon :(