Today

Baked a few sausage rolls. Adding chutney to give some ooompa ooompa.

Made some bread pudding. Thick moist and sweet sweet. Sultanas piercing their way through the top making the bread pud look like it has acne.

Felt righteous because I ate a couple of basted parsnips. Am becoming addicted to the queer shaped veg, there's something comforting about the aroma of a freshly boiled parsnip. But after a roasting with butter and honey they're positively wicked. Always stab them at the fat end so I can take bites all the way up their dripping length. Lovely.

Baked a little chocolate up- and- over pudding. Righteousness not lasting long...Rich yet light, sweet yet with an underbelly of slightly bitter cocoa.

Watched 'The Winslow Boy'. Good film with masterful Nigel Hawthorne as a dad intent on clearing his son's name. Kid accused of stealing a postal order. Lovely little boy who did 'anger' very well indeed.

Put out, around the corner by the dripping guttering, out of view of neighbours, some leftover corned beef for any wild animals which might come my way. Blow the busy bodies.

Had a lemon tea in a glass cup.

Watched Celebrity Mastermind. 'Celebs' being, a t.v. doc, a decathelete from yonks ago, pretty news reader Samira Ahmed (who won) and flipping food writer and restaurant critic Giles Coran. Loved his dad but for me, Giles is pale in comparison, but not as pale as his sis, Victoria. Oh dear. Nasal nepotism.

Fought off a headache with a chilly walk.

All in all a good little day.