Toast And Ice

Today, I have mostly cooked.
I have cut Carbohydrates out of my diet and I’m suffering.
It would seem I have a serious Carb Habit.
I would commit murder for a couple of slices of toast and Marmite.
Sadly, I have even coveted Housemate Claire’s diabetic bread.
I’ve made French Onion Soup and a Beef Sausage and Butternut Squash Casserole.

It didn’t get above -2 in the Sleepy Mansions garden all day today.
I had to take a hammer to the ice on the pond and managed to fucking cut myself on it.
The ice, not the hammer.
It was my intention to plant the garlic but once I got out there I was distracted and ended up pruning the Plum tree.
The earth has frozen solid so there is icy cat shit all over the place.
Most pleasant.

My highlight came while out collecting rent. There were some of his mates there with him.
As I waited for payment I asked what they were watching.
A young man who looked like he had been slightly starved of oxygen at birth told me,
“The Diary of Anne Frank innit”
“Oh,” I said “I’m not watching that, I know how it ends.”
He looked at me and in all seriousness said,
“Ah right, have you seen it before then?”
I studied him for hints of humour, there were none.
The brother in law just shook his head and I grinned all the way home.