Felt good writing my poem.
After all posting about food isn't exactly thrilling or creative.

Cooking tonight.
Breakfast. Big eggs fried till the edges go crisp and brown, lean and large bacon rashers, two juicy porky snorkers, two huge halved tomatoes and fat chips.

Fluffy mountainous Queen of Puddings with lashings of raspberry jam and topped with clouds and clouds and clouds of the sweetest meringue:)