Cooking, with no help… at all

Got up, jogged round the block dragging the dog behind me (she’s even less fit than me), cut down 16 trees, cooked a fine meal for me and mum, won the quiz (Henry VIII and his football boots, oh yeah), cooked a pizza in the oven, updated my live journal.

Life doesn’t get much more exciting than this…

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