It'll hurt more.

I'll let you know when I go - if you can manage the flight, the rest is pretty much paid for.

It was surprisingly good. I had no idea. Obviously salt and pepper and sage featured.

Apropos to nothing, to go with sausages and mash, I parboiled some sprouts and savoy cabbage then sauteed them up in butter and smoked bacon fat - "nothing new about that", I hear you mutter. Correct. But deglazing the pan with a splash of cider vinegar and then letting them steam in the fumes = 👍

Well, nothing's done yet - many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, etcetera.

I'm surprised that you haven't.

It's been an awful year, so why not?

Also, I like New York and haven't been in forever.

Section you? It won't be for this.

Meanwhile:

The "7 seed charcuterie rye" is, unsurprisingly, very good with charcuterie.

No lies told.

There's a bakery on an industrial estate, in the middle of nowhere that does interesting breads - but it's a forty minute round trip, is bastard expensive and it shuts an hour before the nearest pub opens, so... not exactly helping itself.

Poor fellow.

For Will's sex-tour of the Cotswolds.

That's wank. Sorry Tupps.

Someone has to give silly Gavin a night off.

It is.

Maybe they thought it was a religious thing?

I hate fennel nearly as much as I love clam chowder.

Damn glad I've not had to face this dilemma. Especially on a Tuesday.

Worst day of the week, Tuesday.

"wafer thin", you say?