So. Competition time - stealing an idea of Lee's - while I listen to some Schoenberg and stare at a blank white wall to detox my brain (easier said than done, all the walls are rich shades of peach and tangerine round here, mmmm this colour scheme never gets old).
Fingers has come home with instructions for supplies for Father's Day. He has to supply: one empty tin can and a blank CD. (There is also a request for a cowboy hat, but I believe this to be unrelated cruelty on the part of the gulag).
I would like you to give me your best guesses as to what the lucky, lucky CFO will be getting for his present? The winner will, hopefully, get some of these amazing Mexican Wrestling Chocolates, which I am going out to ransack all of Brussels to find. Otherwise, they'll get some tat from the back of my cupboard and the Royal Wedding Commemorative CD the CFO kindly gifted me today. No, I will definitely get you Mexican Wrestling chocolate. It's one of my special shoddy promises. The Fête des Pères isn't until 12 June so you have some time to think about your answers. What handy, cheap, masculine gift could he possibly be constructing from a CD and a tin can? Previous gifts have included: a box file, a photo frame and, errr. No. It's gone. Some other stuff constructed from household detritus. You're on your own, I'm afraid.