Domestic miscellany

Hmmm, the munching hangover and full recycling box tells the tale; last night I killed off the entire stock of white wine in this house, that's quite a few bottles. Oh well, when the mood takes you, it just does. Of course the problem is now that funds are short and I cannot afford to stock back up to the usual level of madness that's kept here, at least not THIS month. Deep joy. Of course, just to complent a hangover perfectly, I have a corpse to get rid of... no, not some barsteward who deeply deserves it, but a small flappy one that the cat thought he'd gift to me this morning. Ah well, if I will employ such an efficient pest controller... that's another one up on the tick list for stats.

A catering oddity this morning is that I've finally perfected the fried egg. Without trying or thinking, they've just started coming out right. For years I've overcooked, used too much oil, too hot... this time around I seem to have got it spot on, and am enjoying the experience. My doctor will be pleased. Not. Mind you, tasty free range eggs are one of my favorate things so nuts to my doctor.

And on the good news front, the Mile Eater is about to be positioned to the other side of town, it's MOT time. Which means tax disk, which means it's time for two wheeled fun up and down the country again. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!