Decking, done.

Okay, survived Saturday night. Even had some sleep. Soooo.... pub anyone?

Okay, survived Friday night, even had some sleep. Too wet for DIY... Soooo, pub anyone? :)

*shakes fist at sky*

Cat owners are sometimes awoken by the sound of cats vomiting in the dead of night. The morning is a treasure hunt, of sorts.

Try that again...

Food's up...

What a delightfully confusing weekend.

let's try that again: Saturday, whilst lovely, seems determined to hit me hard, where it hurts...

*anger*

Why does.Saturday

Breakfast: a brief period following the painful, reluctant birth from the dark, warm womb of sleep into the startlingly bright today.

Pizza for lunch, not home-made sadly. Better than a 'Japanese pizza' though...

Just had a home 'safety inspection' from head office. He had to drive 5 hours to look at my desk, fill in a form, then drive back. Cool.

Egg an chips at Penny's cafe. hmm, not brilliant.

A wood-buying, tea-drinking, cake-making kind of Sunday.

The least wild Saturday night I've had in a looooong time.

As the toaster dies it also cremates the last slices of bread in the house...

Antonym of awesome: Diggles vegetable bake.

Attempting to change my consciousness by listening to an entire day of Tuvan throat singing... 2 hours in and I'm feeling a bit insane...

Glass of red by the fire. Nice.

A sea of curry.

Did I miss summer and autumn or something? Heating is back on this morning...

If you want to get ahead, get a big top hat.

Portobello market... brings back memories.

Um, it's over? but... but... in Lancaster we're just starting now...

Wondering if the silent, secret tories I know will start to celebrate on Facebook. I hope so - it'll make it much easier to unfriend them.

Feeling queasy after a Wetherspoons veggie sausage and mash meal, eaten too quickly. Why oh why oh why?

God I love a commute across London

All the pubs I used to drink in, in Camden, are either gone or crap. You can never go back...

Getting it together... slowly...