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caddymanI am tired today. I slept well, but not for long enough. I recall looking at the clock to see that it was 3.00am, but then it was suddenly 7.20 and the alarm going off. My next memory, apart from the nauseating introduction to the Johnnie Walker breakfast show on Radio 2 was the time pips at 8.00 when I finally fell out of bed.
That’s the trouble with a restful weekend: when it ends you are no longer tired, so it becomes impossible to get to sleep on Sunday night and suddenly there you are again, catching up. Of course, as soon as I leave the office this afternoon, I shall wake up again. I must find something interesting in my work heap to keep me going until then.
Over the weekend, we managed to concoct two exceptionally tasty meals – a beef casserole on Saturday that was so well cooked that we had to soak the casserole dish for about 12 hours to loosen up the spills where it had boiled over in the oven (onto a tray – we’d seen that coming).
Yesterday we created a chicken thing. I’m sure it has a proper name, but we looked up a random recipe on the intarwebs specifically to use up a rather large sprig of thyme left over from the making of the casserole. And very nice it was, too, accompanied by home made (and low fat) potatoes dauphinoise (or dopey taters as they are known in The Carpathia).
Sandwiches, now. Not so tasty.
That’s the trouble with a restful weekend: when it ends you are no longer tired, so it becomes impossible to get to sleep on Sunday night and suddenly there you are again, catching up. Of course, as soon as I leave the office this afternoon, I shall wake up again. I must find something interesting in my work heap to keep me going until then.
Over the weekend, we managed to concoct two exceptionally tasty meals – a beef casserole on Saturday that was so well cooked that we had to soak the casserole dish for about 12 hours to loosen up the spills where it had boiled over in the oven (onto a tray – we’d seen that coming).
Yesterday we created a chicken thing. I’m sure it has a proper name, but we looked up a random recipe on the intarwebs specifically to use up a rather large sprig of thyme left over from the making of the casserole. And very nice it was, too, accompanied by home made (and low fat) potatoes dauphinoise (or dopey taters as they are known in The Carpathia).
Sandwiches, now. Not so tasty.