This afternoon, after the essential sausage, I was lulled to snoozyland by two men. One blond and fit, the other not.
Please don't get excited I was not enjoying myself, far from it, I was watching a snooker match between Aussie Robertson and the Irish lad Allen. Great, I love snooker, but these two had my neck falling to the right. Then left. It was never upright.

The game was, and still is I'm sorry to say, a comatose kind of game. Love them both to bits and love snooker, you understand, but there's no fire in their flat young bellies. Allen, I thought, would come out with his hair on fire and his eyes bulging after knocking out the Beast O'Sullivan, and Robertson, with his clean good looks and madcap hair would surely set ablaze the baize. But no. The pair of them are slugging it out slow frame after slow frame with Michaela, the scary lady ref, not needing her whip.
Anyway after suffering this tortoise of a match for a while, I made a cheesecake.
And what a wobbly white treat it is. But it won't be white for long....Tomorrow, after it's firmed up a bit, I'll top it with fruits:)

No idea what's happening in my drawing room tonight, probably, after our chicken korma, we'll find a distasteful film to watch:)


Cheerio!

P.S. Thanks to Nof for commenting on my previous post. Love it.