I had a bad night and today hasn’t been much better but I’m getting my head sorted. The things that were worritting at me have been dealt with, and now I’m trying not to focus on them until they are resolved. I’ve done my part and I can’t control the rest. Continue reading “Tis the season to be jolly”
It’s that I can get the slow cooker out and make stew, or do a roast dinner, and the kitchen doesn’t itself become an oven. I’ve finally learnt how to make decent roasties as well. I’m not up to trying yorkshires yet though.
As regular readers might have noticed, I went to Nottingham at the weekend. Unfortunately my preexisting cold has got worse because instead of spending the weekend wrapped up in bed drinking lots of hot lemon and honey I went out in to the world and tried to be normal. Continue reading “Observe”
This is old news now but I wrote this last week and haven’t had a chance to get it online before now.
New and old don't necessarily sit well together
I read an article on The Independent’s website over the weekend, about terrible places in the UK to shop. Dudley, apparently, is the worst and London is the best place to go for retail therapy.
None of that is surprising, London is a shopping addicts paradise, but I think they must have limited the survey that the list is based on to towns over a certain population size, because Immingham should definitely be on that list.