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....

People who update their status, at this time, on a Saturday night... well, don't get me started...

I have a new office chair.

A selection of Allen keys that don't fit my chair. #diyfail

A screw just fell out of my chair and pitched me headlong into my monitor. Is okay.. the monitor is fine. *looks for a screwdriver, mutters*

Meeting checklist: half pint of espresso - check, wearing trousers - check, arranged my wild bed-beard - check... Hmm, what am I forgetting?

Surprised that Risotto on toast isn't more popular. Classy, eh?

Feeling human and inspired again today...

Leftover soup...

Hiding from the gas man. He knows I'm in and keeps on coming back, banging on the door. I'm not obliged to answer! Go away gas man!

Slightly ill - cold, cough, tired and an annoying spiky pain when I swallow... *sigh*

Sooo hungry... My bag of spicy cashews is already consumed... Lunch is an hour away... I think it might be time for Mr Manchego!

Hang on, what happened to Sunday?

Not often you see a man throw a table at someone in the pub... aah, Lancaster. ..

Ah, vacuum cleaner noise. Life just gives and gives sometimes.

Drinking a Sidecar by the fire...

Life is like drinking gin - falling down seven times and getting up eight... Roll on the weekend!

I just got wood! :) Want to see a picture?

Strong coffee, cream, chocolate cake...

*muffled scream*

Stay out of the fog!

Making chocolate cake with 6 eggs, half a bar of butter, two packs of green and black...mmmmmmmm!

Good breakfast, but odd mood, either smashing cups or smashing my mind. Pub anyone?

Up at noon. I like noon.

Okay, I feel sick after eating this for lunch :(

Off for a quick pint :)

Tagine left overs!

Market cafe, egg, beans and chips ftw!

Lunch in town today... can't decide what to have...

*rumble* *rumble* Here comes hunger... I'm thinking... Veggie Burger, jalapeño and cheese sandwich? *rumble* *rumble*

Some mornings nothing makes sense. Even after coffee. I think half my brain is still asleep.

Kickstart the morning with coffee and banana and nut fritters...

Cooking coconut daal, falling asleep, feeling rough...

Suffering. It's the only way to spend Sunday.

You're nicked!

Check out my Tuscan Schiacciata... :)

Frozen river Lune

The grumpy neighbour is out with her spade again, she can't wait for the grit to melt the ice. She looks happy that the fun has ended.

My god, they've just gritted our road! They must have got lost. That's right, I get to make a post about the 'council gritter' :)

A grumpy neighbour is taking a spade to the Great Abderdeen Road Slide! Quick! People need to stop her!

Just been down the great Aberdeen road slide! :D

Tea and banana bread might save me...

Feeling a bit rough today. Full of cold, woolly head. I blame not drinking alcohol for six days.

Moorlands is amazing - cars everywhere sliding down hills and into walls, lamp posts, cars...

Pic of the jammed van. Our road is now closed at both ends!

One van and two cars are jammed into a house, and all the way across the road by the moorlands pub. Been there all night...

"If, after having been exposed to someone's presence, you feel as though you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that presence." Damn right.

First day of the year back at work, done... What age is retirement again?

Well, I can't waste them... better finish them now...

Christmas broke my mind and ruined my body. Thankfully Mr Satan still has my soul safe. Tomorrow I return to computers. If I can turn it on.

Found my bag, it was simply a trick of the mind, and not lost at all! Well done mark! *phew*

Well, I lost my bag. No food for 36 hours has left me light-headed. Thanks to all for great night, and apologies if they are required too!