For a moment there you probably thought I was going to share A Recipe with you. As if I've suddenly recovered from my chronic bout of domestic disability, emerging gloriously Nigella-reborn from the ashes of my dustbowl house.
Well I haven't and I won't. The Eurozone and Coalition are in crisis and, as usual, I'm bringing you the shit that matters.
Between working and moaning, I've spent the day feeding different pets pasta after yesterday's spaghetti sensation (
here). This highly scientific research concludes that cats and rabbits just don't get into the spirit. They are timid and pathetic; regarding the noodles with all the hesitance of Oliver Twist approaching Bumble the Beadle with an empty bowl of gruel.
The hens, on the other hand, are splendidly abandoned and gluttonous. Wild, even. Look:
This is still one of the funniest things I have seen all year. Says a lot about the quality of my life and my mental state. Sad that.