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My site tracker says 2. Flippin' 2.

Whoops

Bernard Matthews = Illuminati?

Outside the nursery

Mr D. Trent

I just done a piss

I love non contact time

Another dispatch from the urban frontline...

Urbanist

Service Station

I want one of these...

but polly says no.

This week's food

Monday Lunch: Bean and Cabbage Soup



Monday Supper: Salmon, Pasta and Courgette with lemon and olive oil



Tuesday Lunch: Bean and Pasta Salad



Tuesday Supper: Vegetable Chilli with Brown Rice and Sprouting Purple Broccoli

Wednesday Lunch: As Tuesday Supper



Wednesday Supper: Miso Fish Soup

Thursday Lunch: As Wednesday Supper



Thursday Supper: Vegetable Paella

Friday Lunch: As Thursday Supper



Sunday Lunch: Chicken and Tomato Pasta + Green Beans



Sunday Supper: Lentil and Spinach Bake

Fish Fingers

ingredients: Cod (64%), Wheat Flour, Yeast, Salt, Spice, Colours, Paprika Extract, Curcumin, Water, Potato Starch, Wheat Starch, Salt, Mustard Powder, Pepper Extract, Vegetable Oil



ingredients: Salmon, Organic Egg, Bread, Olive Oil

method:

cook salmon in microwave for 2 mins.

remove skin from salmon.

cut into fingers.

break egg into bowl and beat it.

put a piece of organic homemade bread (smug) in coffee grinder. push button for 20 seconds, turn breadcrumbs onto plate.

dip salmon in egg then bread.

fry in olive oil for 5 mins.

serve to child.

watch child reject it.

child prefers "real" fish fingers.

Sadly, salmon was farmed, but waitrose farmed, and waitrose reckon their farmed stuff is nice and ethical.

Bread was not organic and homemade, it is cheap, motorway service station bread, so this product probably contains just as many chemicals and e numbers as the processed one, but I MADE IT and it was fun and felt like one in the eye for "them" and "their reigime". Is this the form my midlife crisis is to take?

That's my number

Fruit

I have eaten loads and loads of fruit today and drunk loads of nettle tea.



I am listening to With The Lights Out by Nirvana. It is good. I like to hear them play the song called "smells like a teen spirit"



I ran the reading half marathon on Sunday. It was good. It was nice. I ran this nice good run in one hour and forty two minutes. My thighs still hurt. I think I'll go and take some pictures before I pick Elly up tonight, as I seem to have finished all my work for today.



Today at work nothing interesting happened. I have to suck shit all the time because I have been told off for not taking my job seriously enough. At the age of 33 I am still being called into the headmaster's office for a telling off. I am acting uber professional now in response and it's boring as shit, but i get the job done efficiently and perhaps that's all that's really important. 8 'till 5 then home and forget all about it. It's nice. It's good. Yes. Hmmm. Can I eat some poo?

snack

breakfast