Sit Down John And Watch Barack Do It His Way!

Couldn't sleep last night so at 2 a.m. I was in my jimjams at the stove warming milk in the dark! I then watched Mr McCain and Mr Obama slug it out on BBC News 24! The Presidential candidates walked around answering questions, although McCain shouldn't. His gait was wooden and he looked liked he'd wet his pants. Word of advice for him: Sit down next time. Mr Obama's movements however were graceful and stodgy free, When he popped himself up on a stool I thought he was about to give us a few bars of 'My Way'. The debate was at times, ill mannered and a bit nasty, the nastiness mostly emanating from McCain. From what I saw I'd say Obama won it, again.
So as much as I wanted to see it to the end, I couldn't, Monty jumped on the bed and looked at me as if to say "You look tired Mum, put the milk down, turn the telly off and get some shut eye" So at 3 a.m. I did.

Needless to say I'm pretty pooped this morning but buying milk, sausages and rubber gloves will soon wake me up!

Queen of Sainsburys

Yesterday.

I kept to my word.
Mostly.
I made a panful of Meatballs and some proud individual Queen of Puds (see pics above) only venturing into my garden for a quick refreshment break, oh and to listen to a battalion of drum banging children, a couple of gardens down, pretending to be rock stars.
It was quite nice actually, the sweet timbre of the continuous bang bang bang went well with my cup of strong tea and super sized Rock Cake. I didn't moan, instead I joined in with the nippers musical ensemble by working up a sweat with a bit of air guitar!
I hope no-one saw me...

Today.

Today I'll be melting my way to Sainsburys with the car roof open, and as I'm dawdling past The Blue Boar and The Monk and Fisherman all red and parched, I'll imagine I'm driving my metallic green jam jar along some high white mountain roads somewhere with a fellow dry dreamer by my side.
It'll give me a little lift I expect.

And with the warm wind roughing up my silver flushed hair and Radio 4 feeding my old brain I'll arrive dishevelled but full of intelligence at Sainsburys.
And after loading up the trolley with essentials and non-essentials, I'll give cashier number 3 all my lolly and then vroom vroom back.

On the menu today:
Steak. I expect.
Followed by homemade Mango Ice Cream. Definitely.

Have a smashing day everyone.