Attics and Excel and Dripping.
- A year or so back I stashed a box of clothes in the attic that I was too fat to wear. I've just opened it up again and put some of them on ebay (I'm not gonna have a 25inch waist again without being anorexic or certifiable) but the rest fits me again. Now I have lots of jeans and several more waistcoats. Win!
- I made turkey pies (of the non three-day-cooking variety). They were tasty. Dripping is good for making pastry. And frying things. It's also very 19th C and therefore amuses me.
- I have to do my father's accounts now. The pile of receipts I must log are a mile high. All right, not a mile, but stacked together they take as much room as a two volume dictionary. What fun. I need loud music. And hard drugs. Okay, maybe not the second one. An IV caffeine drip? Something. Oooh - I have posh toffee! (Which I hasten to add is rather different from posh totty.)
...Yeah, I'm just procrastinating now.
- I made turkey pies (of the non three-day-cooking variety). They were tasty. Dripping is good for making pastry. And frying things. It's also very 19th C and therefore amuses me.
- I have to do my father's accounts now. The pile of receipts I must log are a mile high. All right, not a mile, but stacked together they take as much room as a two volume dictionary. What fun. I need loud music. And hard drugs. Okay, maybe not the second one. An IV caffeine drip? Something. Oooh - I have posh toffee! (Which I hasten to add is rather different from posh totty.)
...Yeah, I'm just procrastinating now.