Book Club

I am a member of a book club.  It's exponentially better than The Jane Austen Book Club (vomit!) and I really enjoy getting together with these women and chatting about books and other unrelated but fascinating topics (relationships, cooking, movies, men, wanky politicians, swingers parties...).

At our last 'meeting' we were chatting and nibbling when someone mentioned that cheese contributed to her nightmares.  Admittedly my mind started running down a tangent completely imagined where the cheese we scoffed down that night started enacting its revenge - completely imagined.  For my book club friend the nightmares are nothing to do with cheese apart from it makes her nightmares worse which is not funny at all.  Later that night, or maybe early the next morning I couldn't sleep and is my habit in times like these I got out my drawing stuff.  Vicious chedder and vengeful baby bels jumped onto the page:

* Names removed to protect the guilty!

I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.

Kim

PS "The cheese!  The cheese!"  Sends me straight back to a really funny night a long time ago.  Those present may enjoy this: