NO NEWS except I've been irritatedly dragging myself to and from counselling sessions, trips into hospital to see sick friends, daily trips to the chemist (thanks to bitch druggieworker who put me back on daily pickup some months ago ~ she does that. Fine. But she ain't gettin' no favours off me. Or insights. Or revelations. I don't trust her.) In other words I've been running thanklessly to and fro when all I want to do is stay in alone with my book with doors locked and the phone switched to silent.
I've been having pub-lunch style roast beef dinners nearly every day courtesy of Iceland, the wondrous frozen food store. They sell Sliced Beef in Gravy 200g for £1; Cauliflower and Broccoli Cheese 680g (3 big portions) for £1.50. It's 30% cauliflower, 30% brocooli; 60% creamy cheese sauce. The creamy cheese sauce is yummy and melts all over the plate. Despite instructions claiming 45 mins is required the whole lot's done in half an hour in a non-preheated oven at 225C.
This I put in with Potato Croquettes, which in case you're not working class British are tubular mashed potato shapes covered in a delightful crispy crumb coating. With these I put in a couple of industrially pre-done Yorkshire Puddings. You fork in some of the industrially cheeserunny broccoli and some industrially thin-cut roast beef (sliced in the manner only large canteens manage to do ~ no-one ever naturally gnashes roast beef like that at home.
All in all it's very lovely with a cyder-passionfruit cocktail "of" an evening... In fact ~ surprise, surprise! ~ I think I might have it again tonight!
Here's a clubbed-up mix of Madonna's Celebration:~
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