Another shitty day full of the nasty things in life and again I find myself at nearly 10pm, with no photo, no story and no supper lined up.

I mooched into the kitchen pondering what else could be vile in my day, poked around in the fridge, put my hand on a plastic bag, tucked behind a couple of coffee packets and pulled it out to see if it might be the solution to my supper woes.

This is it. It once was pasta, home-made with tlc. Now it’s penicillin or something approximating to penicillin. At least that solved the problem of a pic….now come on….don’t pretend there isn’t something at least as repulsive in yours.

Now what about supper? Omelette and chips – that’ll do. I can’t remember the last time we ate chips – certainly not for at least six months or more because we’ve not had access to the deep fat fryer for most of that time.

I do pick my moments though, all that cholesterol and fat at 10pm – great plan Linda – still, that’s no different from any of my other ‘great plans’ of late, pretty much all of those have been spectacular failures too. Maybe the fatty supper will produce its own failure – that large lump of muscle buried deep inside my chest, my heart….

Still, count your blessings Linda – Sherri (bless her little chicken heart), popped out an egg today for the first time since the move…..now all we have to do is persuade Terri and Milly to do the same. I have tried squeezing them hard but to no avail. (Er joke - in case the animal rights protesters want to take me to task.) As for Sharp Tor? A doddle. See, two whole blessings all in one day.

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