Locked Here In the Cellar
Friday
Late start because I Blink news from home, in and grab a coffee at the Meeting Place. Sort news, sort some stuff. End up promising to sort out a coupla archives at the delightful Gateway House for folks over there. Why? Because the whole thing isn't happening and need to keep them sweet. Chat FoI as Clair from Gateway calls - the telephone seems to beginning to making an appearance over there - unless I call them! Afternoon bit of a financial panic, sorted but spreadsheet needs a little kicking. Apologies to Tracy. The good news is we still have dosh according to our calculations. Home via the chinese supermarket and cury as scran. Veg in front of the TV and catch up with various things on the Sky+ box. Seems to be working well. Saturday The family being away means I get a bit of a lie in today, not as long as I intend initially but welcome none the less. So a late start on today's news, a late start on the onion bread I intended to make. Need a few ingredients so as the onions sweat I scoot to Sainsbury's. Home and the PC is being a pig as I tune into Five Live and carry on with cooking and the news and work the washing machine hard. Lunch is some of my onion bread and a hunk of cheese. Nice, simple and tasty. Fall asleep for an hour in the afternoon, wake and decide as it's dry to mow the lawn. Timing is everything and five minutes post lawn moaning it begins to piss down. It is during the lawn moaning I discover the rockery out front is growing pint pots. Not impressed but remove the offending glasses which I imagine the owners have at some point pissed in. Finish news post and cook myself a green chicken curry. Uses up some left over rice, job done.
