There's talk of a wedding in the office. "My mother is being such a control freak. We had a roast chicken for lunch the other day and I went to throw the carcass out and she starts shrieking, No no! Put the chicken down! I say, but it's an empty chicken, mother! But she's all, No no! I have to save the wishbone! She huffs and puffs and takes the chicken off me and ferrets round for the wishbone. She wipes the little bits of chook off it then goes to the pantry and pulls out this plastic bag. And there's a dozen wishbones in there! Crikey Mum, I say, what are you up to? I am collecting wishbones for the wedding. I'll spraypaint them silver and put them on the tables. And I'm like, Muuum! That's bloody revolting! But she thinks it's a fantastic idea! Everyone at the reception can sit around pulling skanky silver wishbones. So I say, Mum, I have one hundred and twenty guests, how are you going to collect so many wishbones by then? But she has a strategy. She's told all the neighbours to save them, and she even went down to Charcoal Chicken Land and asked them did they have any lying around. And I'm like, jeeeeez Mum. I am going to have to put a note on every table, Disclaimer: This Was My Mother's Stupid Idea. But she protests, Well it's better than those stupid sugared almonds!"