All work days should end with champagne.

The wife's mock fish cakes for lunch :)

Turtles invade Lancaster, surprisingly.

Lots of odd, symbolic dreams recently. I blame the cheese.

Just stuffed a load of cold, rubbery pancakes from Sunday's breakfast in my mouth. Classy. Chew, Ralph, chew...

POV sloppy shot...

Bored now. Remind me why the working day is so long again?

Natwest just sent me a detailed breakdown of which pubs I spent the most money in last year. Clever, disturbing.

Snack time! Samosas with banana chilli sauce...

Oh my God, I feel ghastly.

A day free of plans ahead of me... Let's see...

Ooh! Owl day in marketgate arcade. I like owl day.

Just discovered Enki the cat eating my Spicy Balti Bombay Mix... Purring away...

Wondering if drinking all that lager was such a good idea after all.

Roast potato, onion, melted Brie and mock Bacon...

Caro, through the window, sees the evil ginger cat, asleep in the lounge, calls me, I sneak down & empty a bottle of water on it. Wahahahar!

The sudden urge to drink lots of beer has struck me, must be the clear blue sky and impending end-of-working-day...

Stir fry for lunch, kale with tofu and fried flat noodles

My token pancake looks really disturbing...

The debt collectors are loitering outside again...

Hurray! I fixed my eeePC...

Great lunch today!

Mild panic as iTunes reports the Blockhead CD I insert as 'Konvicted' by Akon... Happily, iTunes is wrong. Thank christ.

One to beam up... Hello? Anyone there?

Ah, here it is. Hello weekend.

Oldie but goodie: Inspirational Friday afternoon research for web designers http://ping.fm/ixrqJ

Having one of those days where my belligerent mood is making me argue with everyone, only to find that I'm in the wrong... Roll on 5pm.

Start the day with a deep trough, I say, that way you have all the peaks to look forward to later...

Caro's lasagne for lunch...

Editing heavily bolded text about water metering and leakage. Desperately trying not to actually read it lest I permanently learn something.

Breakfast Radio: Chris Moyles - like having someone fart in your face; Chris Evans - like being in nursery school; Today - musically bereft.

Sudden memory of a Toblerone in the fridge + quick run downstairs = deep joy

*sigh*

Hate is a strong word. I hate Tuesdays. More than Mondays. On Mon everyone feels awful and keeps quiet. On Tue all the fools have woken up..

Eating Grasmere gingerbread with a cup of tea. Nice.

Why oh why would anyone want to see a picture of my lunch? :)

Trying go think of something witty to say on Monday morning is like (insert witticism here)

Survived the weekend, unbroken.

More wine bottled... good start to the day...

Full of curry, drinking wine, tired as hell, wondering: do I really need to go to the pub?

Weekend! About bloody time.

Sooo tired. Save me Lucozade, save me...

Breakfast!

In London, in the rain...

Pre-lunch cannelloni snack...

Too many projects, too little time, with a cold, that doesn't help.

Full of cold :(

It might look okay, but turnip rosti is a big disappointment...

Problematic lunch: Fridge contains: Tofu, fake bacon, cheese, turnip, hummus, olives... Inspiration is not currently knocking at my door....