Well, got home last night and had a very therapeutic cry. I’ve been letting things stack up recently and really need a break. Faiq, my evil scumbag neighbour manages to add his two cents of pain and frustration to the mix. We’ve just finished a very expensive bathroom rebuild and last night Nicki heard water trickling into the ceiling. The bastard refuses to properly mend the bath upstairs, so every six months or so water starts to leak into our flat—OK—I wasn’t gonna get all riled up again, the purpose of this post was to say normal service has resumed:
A shitty day
Very tasty lunch at Liz and Stu’s. Liz prepared jambon persillé the proper way (boil pig’s trotter with aromatics etc.). I haven’t had home made meat jelly in a long time, bit of a treat really. She followed that up with a bœuf bourguignon and a selection of english cheeses. Pudding involved a smooth vanilla scented custard, crumbly pastry and apples.
Well, it had to happen, on Wednesday night I grabbed a bag and ran out of the house leaving a pile of smelly dishes and the cat behind me. I got to Dunblane (that’s a place in Scotland, which is not next to Mexico) at 02:30 which isn’t bad really, something like a seven hour drive.