Sunday 6 December 2009

  • Colcannon, fried up in a little bit of duck fat. God bless leftovers, and those who bring them to my fridge from parties I bunk.
  • The perfect breakfast - a sausage, a veggie sausage, two hash browns, some salad, a coffee and the crossword. I've cracked the ultimate formula.
  • Sliding into a bed so tightly made, it almost cut off circulation to my toes.
  • A good answer.
  • Finally - finally - seeing the glory of Stacey. (Still haven't seen her sing though.)

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