Among our food stocks these baguettes are relatively long lived. On constant display in the kitchen they have failed to look attractive enough to eat for about three months. I think it's down to disliking the effort required to heat them up in the oven, for at least ten minutes, that and fitting them into our wonderfully eclectic but conservative weekly menu. This carefully constructed menu is mainly based around impulse buys, the occasional surplus and strange leftover combinations. Sadly these baguettes will have failed to be part of that, but I remain confident that their time will come.
So back to everyday things, a short list:
Discovering MORE buried paving blocks in the garden, digging them up and planting clematis.
Listening to Radio 6 for a morning and discovering I'm not completely out of kilter with the world of Radio 6 - not sure if this is a good thing.
Painting white over dark grey over light grey in a home decoration experiment.
Visiting the local recycling bins and coming to the conclusion that nobody gives a fuck.
Sitting on the couch along with a cat desperate to scratch his ear on my laptop as I try to work.
Trying to understand the media's obsession with the Mitfords, mainly anything they wrote, said or did.
Hoodwinked by feeble key rings.