Flames

Out in the dark doing nefarious things and not home til late, late, late. "Intercept driver" sounds wonderful and very Mad Max'y, doesn't really equate to driving around a diesel Rover 400, that traditional government pool car battlebus with a bunch of hairy's in the back... one thing about adrenaline, the old tunnel vision effect kicks in even while driving and I NEED the navigator to tell me where to go, coz my perception on top of the gig goes right to crap - sensory overload, every lane is the one I have to get into whether it is or not, every brake and turn is make'able. Anyway, dark deeds done, results taken, all went pretty ok, nobody hurt, especially me. Back to base for tea, medals and bed.

Back home for a spot of supper, whacked the emergency special ASDA half bagguette/cheese/garlic butter combo (which isn't actually a bagguette, more like half a ciabatta, but how are the ASDA classes supposed to know that) under the grill and went to sit down. A couple of minutes later, the smell quickly goes from nothing to cooking to acrid in seconds, I wander through to see what the score is to find not only a light, plentiful smoke, but full blown flames coming in droves from the top of my supper. That'll be the garlic butter then. Oven glove's in the laundry (forgot about that, doh), so I rely on the expidient of opening the kitchen window and just ditching my supper out of that into the garden for the foxes to feast on. I hope burnt garlic gives them the shits. The last time this happened (1999, Ipswich) I at least had the decency to be drunk and with female company at the time. On your own and sober is just lazy.

Anyway, finished up with the remnants of a bottle of extremely average champagne I started for the want of anything beer like on Sunday. At least breakfast went better. Had the last of my eggs from Miss J's mum's chicken run, and in a gratuatous but completely honest and justified plug, never had egg's like 'em. You can keep you supermarket "free range". The flavor's fuller and fresher, the egg itself is just eggier and nicer and seems to work better, and the shell's a lovely work of art that it's almost... no, it is... a shame to crack it and use the contents. Anyway. this has been a party political broadcast on behalf of "Shadey encourages you to find and support your local suppliers (even if you do have to drive 150 miles to see 'em!) and put bloody Walmart out of business".

The problem with extending shifts on lates is that it gives you no time to do any household stuff in the morning. Just had time to have brekkie and clear up from that, a quick blog entry and it's time to get away for more of the same. Without the excitement please. One quiet day would be useful.