So it's one week in, and my house is full of villains. Which I suppose I
did sign up for, literally, I put my name in the box an' all, but there
are?? One hundred and two of them? Actually it might be a hundred and three,
it's difficult to keep track, there are a couple of them currently speedwalking laps of the kitchen table while giving out-of-breath evil monologues and I'm not sure which of them is chasing who.
And among that one hundred and two, there have been some definite reader favourites!
Unfortunately, even among those favourites, not everyone can go in the
running for a Silmaril Award.
We have to be very picky. After all, there is but one Nefarious Villain
Silmaril, and – I believe I might have mentioned already – there are
a hundred and two villains.
Which is why only the top five – as nominated by your good selves, and tallied
up by my own numb fingers! – will make it to the voting round.
So let's have a moment here to applaud all the lovely nominees. Very
nefarious, folks, very nefarious. I've heard some quite elegant monologues
(and some terrible ones, but I'm not naming names, because I am rather fond
of my ears being attached). Three plates and a floral teapot have fallen, as poor innocent bystanders
(again, I'm not naming names here, but to save myself from the wounded
honour of the English villains I will specify that it was not any of
them. Or any of the other tea-drinkers. Of which there seems to be an
unreasonably high percentage among the villains, and if they haven't been
spotted drinking tea they always give me the impression of
being tea-drinkers, so I have some questions here.
Namely, does evil naturally gravitate to tea, or does too much tea make
one evil.)
I think someone ate my petunias. I'm afraid to ask who.