Struggling on day 2 doesn’t bode well for making it to Friday This is a horsey fountainy thing in Port Sunlight. Am not too happy with it.
Roof of the lady lever art gallery, port sunlight.
I am in St Ives. Every holiday as a child, we trailed to St Ives. 9 hours in the back of the Maxi, past Stonehenge and through endless small villages, my sister vomiting away next to me. Indian Queens was … Continue reading
I am in Chester. My car is due its MOT and poking through the sales seems marginally preferable to sitting in the Kwikfit waiting room. It is the last day of my thirties <doomy music> and I am hoping to … Continue reading
The trouble with coming in so late to an event such as this is it has mostly been said. We’ve heard the spectrum from bah humbuggers to deck the hallsers – though none were very rampant – and have all … Continue reading
I make abysmal mash. It is always too lumpy or too smooth or too watery or too dry. I can do it from jacket potatoes but that always seems a waste of good jackets. However: the slow cooker! I first … Continue reading
A slightly-faffy slow-cooker recipe, though faff that can be faffed in your own time rather than when hungry. Say, when listening to pop master.