There's no sound quite like the sound of a cat vomiting on a pile of clean clothes at 3.30am.

It is just possible that this espresso made with condensed milk milk just save the day...

Middlewood 2011

Peasants.

Wonderful morning sights #12 long-haired alt types struggling to move a big sofa into a small terraced house.

Caro's festival bag is packed and ready to go...

Fuck, yeah.

That's twelve litres of elderflowers, right there, that is.

Bhajis make the world better.

Drummond St curry ftw!

New friends...

Walk up a mountain or light the fire and cook, bake and eat all day? Tough decision...

Finally learned to make hollandaise without the tears. Cue poached duck eggs on all-butter croissants for breakfast...

Oh good.

I wish.

As a quick snack, buttered toast with thick slices of ripe Brie on it, is hard to beat...

Wake to the sound of rain...

New mini pond. My work here is done...

Eurovision, no, no, no thanks.

Ah yes. Focus is a matter of perspective. Especially at this time of the niggmgtggh... sigh.