Freezing in the house today. About to search for my gloves and hat. Ridiculous.

Ulverston festival

I can hear the red wine calling to me from the kitchen.

Only 380 minutes until the weekend.

A lunch hour straining, bottling (and tasting) six bottles of sloe and damson gin. All lunch hours should be like this. I have a gin haze.

I do like to watch the Dial-A-Bus picking up a frail old couple from our street every day and taking them off to unknown, old-people places.

Quality afternoon snack.

One of the joys of cat ownership: Your lovely cat comes to give you some love... but smells of some poo...

Wondered what smell was. Burning? Hot metal? How odd... Oh my god the kettle. No whistle this time... It was glowing bright red on the stove

Mid-morning snack of Spicy Bombay Mix...

Morning is starting well - no access to work email... Well, no news is good news, I always say.

Time for a quick snack of bread, cheese and chilli...

A group of 15 people have gathered outside my house. I wonder what they want?

My dreams of a quiet start to the week are shattered - multiple #fails at work mean I'm already chewing my tongue and muttering bad things..

A very lazy Sunday I think...

Rise and shine!

Its too late to be up, go to bed people... :)

Mulled wine at the borough ftw

The wife makes me eggs Benedict for breakfast. Amazingly good! :)

Saturday feels like Sunday for some odd reason.

Slept through lunch. *yawn*

A bit dazed and confused today.

Cooking a big curry... Oh yes.

Moustache has reached problem length: when I drink coffee it acts as a sponge, absorbing liquid and releasing it only when cup is removed...

Eating a piece of ginger and walnut cake I made at lunchtime... Mmmm...

Curried lentil, rice and coconut soup...

Ah, a morning of problems confounded by works email suddenly going down. Bring on the coffee...

A little sandwich for lunch...

Argument outside the house: Her: "Don't touch me!" Him: "Why do you have to do this? I hope you die!" ... Depressing.

Thai style spicy Aubergine and noodles for lunch

Monday! hurray! aren't Monday mornings great?

Considering Sunday afternoon beers...

Late breakfast...

Driving home...

Lounging on an oversized bed, about to find some food, then brave some Scottish-island pubs. A pint of heavy, please, barkeep.

Staying in a lovely cottage next to a lovely loch. lovely weather. lovely.

An adult, with full free-will delusions, I am easily led. Down dark paths. Into the depths. Just saying, like.

In bed, on holiday. Just saying.

Mulled wine, we love you.

Bloody rain.

IS ON BLOODYWELL HOLIDAY IS ALL! (That required caps)

Today's lunch will be celeriac and carrot soup, with a side-dish of cheesy-chips :)

Having a veggie sausage with mustard to pep me up. And coffee. What? No, that's a sensible mid-morning snack.

Feeling a modicum of stress.

Time to dash across London to catch my train...

Not the greatest lunch

£7.40 for two guiness is just wrong

Leaving for London soon - packing my bags, making my sandwiches, putting some clothes on...

And so begins day 308 of the year 2009.

Woken to a house full of empty bottles, leaves and cake.