26 March 2001

Yes they do. And that is all I’m going to say about that.

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In real news: the new storage system/s look really good, in spite of my semi-deranged and drunken state whilst installation was in progress. Its certainly made a big difference, the ground floor (which is just one big open plan kitchen/living room) looks enormous. MORE SPACE. Whee. So now I can justify buying that pair of art deco bridge chairs I’ve been lusting after.

Dad dropped into my place on his way through to/from somewhere else yesterday, and in typical Dad fashion, didn’t notice any change at all. I mentioned this to Mum; she said "oh that’s just an Ernest thing, he never notices any changes. (pause) It usually works in my favour". Rock on, Mum.

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I meant to do some constructive work last night, and catch up with loads of people I’ve got behind with, but ended up going on a massive cooking jag, in between watching the Oscars, and last week’s episode of Buffy (Family – I thought it was terribly sweet, and sooo good to see a little intimacy - albeit terribly chaste - between Willow and Tara).

I cooked: Ossi Bucchi, and a huge batch of baked polenta and oh godgodgod it was all so good. Since the oven was going I did a batch of baked apples too, with fruit, nuts, honey, spices and butter. Mmm butter. And I made real custard! Didn’t get around to eating the apples because I was stuffed full of yummy gooey baby beef in dark winey sauce. And a few too many glasses of wine.

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