With the Oscars done and dusted for another year, and me one step closer to my winning year – remember, I invented time travel and know when I am winning one – and honestly, the emotional highs and lows of the season have my heart feeling like glass.
As such, to eb the rising tide of my emotions, I left a message with my dear Debbie Harry and told her to call me back, post haste.
Picture this, it wasn’t the rapture, as Debs called me back almost instantly and said that she and the boys would be able to come visit me, one way or another.
No prizes for guessing what I’ll be serving, but you’ve got to be dreaming if you think I’ll confirm it before they sit for their ritual mid-meal portrait.
Image source: Blondie.