Can't Cook, Watch Cook

Weekends roll around and, these days, start in the same manner. Breakfast, coffee and whatever cooking show is on that day, Saturday Kitchen or Something for the Weekend. Rarely do I awake at noon, hungover and with little thought for much else other than Irn Bru and a bacon roll. Even as I type this, Saturday Kitchen is on and the Two Fat Ladies are baking cakes. How very middle-age of me! It’s not that I do much in the way of cooking or baking myself. I should, I can, but I don’t. It’s yet another item on the list of Things Wot I Should Do More. However, tomorrow morning I will be challenging this perception. No, I won’t be …

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Hazy Shades

What a lovely morning. Still, calm and cool with a light fog sitting on the rooftops. The light seems to be slow and thick, and giving the buildings a certain murky foreboding as they loom out of the haze. Hopefully it will hang about until lunchtime so I can enjoy it again when I walk up to the bank. Ohh yes, forgot to mention, came home last night. Picked up the mail and found it contained a cheque for £100. Yay! I knew it was coming but had completely forgotten about it. It’s part of a government incentive to get people to upgrade their boilers to more efficient models – tied to the Kyoto Treaty – and will invested in …

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By the friends you keep

Dinner at the Salty Dog this evening means I’ll miss seeing my ‘Aunt’ Doris who is over from Canada (she’s a school friend of my Mum, that kind of Aunt). Stag Day on 16th October means I’ll be hungover on my birthday (it’s a “clay pigeon, quad biking, paintballing day, beers and lapdances at night” kinda day). Wedding on November 5th means I’ll miss the fireworks (but I wouldn’t miss it for the world and besides, Louise is chief bridesmaid). Sometimes being too popular IS a good thing. And I’ve just realised I’ve left my camera at home, just as well my replacement mobile has turned up.

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