I am pretty judgy about people finnicking on poaching pears, but I do like the idea of a poached pear.

People are naming desserts and deciding: pouring cream, custard, ice cream or squirty cream as an accompaniment. Been a pretty slow day, overall.

Breakout year for Microplastics?

I will be very annoyed if I die next year due to a massive heart attack.

Found myself caught off guard emotionally by a Family Go Town b-side.

Maybe I will retire and have a part time stuffing sandwich van on a light industrial estate?

Gonna pop a brace of reduced prawn thermidors down the tommy

Might watch ‘The World At War’ for a few days.

STAY NOW!!!

Change of venue, and now my lass is making Raymond list a UK prison for every letter of the alphabet (there are six letters without a prison).

We are competitively racing wind up penguins and it has become quite competitive / heated. Everyone looking for clean releases, and you can’t touch the penguin after release.

Mum just keeps on putting out bowls of courtesy sausages, and I keep on eating them. Something has to give.

Completely refreshed my sock situation this morning ✅ 🧦

Striving to attain the magic ratio of Blackcurrant Lemsip : Courtesy Sausages.

Tip is closed.

My wife is trying to encourage the creation of various way-stage interim storage areas where things are held before making it onto a tip run.

Just got my horn out to prepare for some carolling, only to find my bell was quite severely tarnished. Have been buffing it furiously for the last ten minutes.

Christmas Eve: my lass spends the morning deconstructing and critically assessing various hampers generously gifted by US law firms; nothing escapes comment; product listings scrubbed; cross checks made. The Spirit of Christmas: alive.

The young lad on the table next to me is impressing the lass he is chatting to by giving irreverent views on how to solve the Gaza conflict.

Work is over, if you want it.

I really enjoyed that.

Got some more of that cooking Margaux from Spenny Aldi. Pops nicely down the tommy in my opinion.

A lad just implied I’m an oddball for knowing my National Insurance number from memory. Clearest sign yet that Standards are Slipping. The game’s gone.

I wolfed down a hot lasagne and I’ve burnt me mooth :(

In London seeing if I can access my first ever fifteen quid sandwich.

Luxembourg is comedically grey this morning.

The £8.29 airport Cruzcampo never fails to hurt my feelings.

Today I am going to Yarm and then Luxembourg #yarm

Dipping my lip in a cooking Margaux from Aldi.

Chippy Tea from Clems in Spenny.

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Juan has delivered the gambas.

Bonny Lad Juan on this tapas tour is currently not quite getting the balance of Cervantes craic vs. Gambas and sherry down the tommy quite right

I feel very at home in Madrid’s hipster cafés. About to pop some fancy eggs down the tommy.

Vaguely Belgian feel to the M62.

It’s pretty helpful to walk through a cemetery every now and then.

It’s £2.75 for a pint of Guinness in Spenny.

My wife made me a cup of coffee first thing this morning, and I still haven’t quite worked out what that was all about. It’s put me on edge all day: I’m unsettled.

Gol #safc

Lasagne and chips tonite

Goddamn abattoir

Three (3) lasses wearing dressing gowns to attend Bishop ASDA - looked very cosy.

I wonder if top chef Marco Pierre White is still rubbing Knorr chicken stock cubes on to chicken to make it taste more chickeny.

Sent my lass out to the Esso garage for wine because I can’t be arsed to go into the cellar #hulastyle

It’s quite a nice day out there.

Abattoir / massive slip risk

I am concerned my wife may have alienated the bin men.