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Gno More Gnocchi, Gnot Gnever.
I've tried, goodness knows I've really tried! I am not unpossessed of kitchenary talents, but I'm officiallty throwing in the teatowel. I can't make Gnocchi. They're disgusting. No matter what I do, it's like eating tiny blobs of dense clay or occasionally paper mache. And nobody wants to chow down on preschoolers' art materials. -
WOOOOOO!
running around pretty georgian garden squares at 2am in heavy snow, stark naked but for a fur hat and a pair of rainbow moonboots is my new favourite hobby.
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Rubbish Weekend
Many years ago I had a series of Postman Pat books with titles indicating what sort of natural forces old Pat and faithful Jess would be up against in each volume; There was 'Postman Pat's Foggy Day', 'Postman Pat's Rainy Day' and 'Postman Pat's Windy Day' which was subtly distinct from 'Postman Pat's Blustery Day ( Read more... ) -
The Twelve Days of Earnest
Finally, the most wonderful time of the year has officially begun! I don't feel so bleurgh anymore and it's looking like Operation: Christmastide might not be the disaster movie it was shaping up to be. There has been an impressive amount of leaving the house, and I'm getting the urge to go back to the gym. Yesterday I bought my tree, did the ( Read more... )