…penultimate blog. Should I tell you about making Katy’s brownies?* Or shall I wax lyrical about
the magic pixie in my kitchen my wonderful husband who gets things out just as I want them and then takes them away and washes them up when I’ve finished?** Or have a rant about automated telephone ‘press 1 for the first thing you don’t want; press 2 for the second thing you don’t want; press 3 for the third thing you don’t want; press 4 for the fourth thing you don’t wan’t; press 5 for the fifth thing you don’t want; oh, you don’t want anything, I’ll disconnect the call for you shall I?’ systems?*** Or tell you about my day 30 run?**** I just can’t decide!
* I made them. They’re gorgeous, though I may have over milked the topping just a smidge.
** I’m a disaster in the kitchen, so this is the only way he can be sure I’m not going to burn the house down.
*** My mother has been known to read this blog, so I’ve decided not to as any rant might just possibly include a profanity or seven.
**** A mile round the block before breakfast. If this were Juneathon, I’d have finished!