They Say What They Say

Despite my lazy start to the day I actually managed to get quite a bit done. I did four loads of laundry, including bedding and towels, and hung it all out, walked down to the shops to buy bananananas, caught up with A&O for coffee, went to gym - dropping in at the supermarket on my way home - made a big pot of pasta sauce and have just finished making muesli slice from a recipe I found in this week's Epicure. I didn't go for a bike ride, but I guess going to gym made up for that. I did attempt to watch Callum on Smallville, but not even his presence could bring me to sit through a whole episode. Five minutes was more than enough and then I turned the TV off.

I'm now faffing around on eBay while I wait for the slice to finish cooking and contemplating buying Brideshead Revisited on DVD. Since I'm saving up for the West Wing series box set for my birthday I really shouldn't be spending the money, but still...there's nothing like doomed love between beautiful boys.

Somehow I cut my lip. I'm not sure how, but every time I smile it stings. Then I lick my lips, which, of course, dries them out, so when I talk the dry skin tugs at the cut and it stings. Ouch!

Okay, the slice it out of the oven and I must be off to bed. As soon as I make it up, of course.