Last night I made a cracking salad.
Had cold smoked mackerel with a couple of new potatoes and a green and red salad. Felt very fit as I shredded the fish flesh and chased a whole baby beet around the plate. But then I smirked. Because the oven timer pinged and I knew my chocolate up-and-over pudding was ready.
After clearing away the fish plates I studied the baked pudding for a moment. It gurgled a bit. Little bubbles of hot mocha sauce appeared up the sides and then disappeared. And then so did the entire pudding:)
I do not feel the same about tinned peaches.
That was last night what about today?

Today.
Hoping to whizz around the castle today. Am in no mood for banter with Henry. So as I pedal my way down the road I'll be thinking of tonight. Tuna and a tight skirt I expect.

Sex or Sardines?

It's come to something when the first thing on your mind is oily fish:(