Monday, October 26, 2009
Preparation, dai-san
The clocks went back this morning, although a combination of drunken, gregarious sister and flu-ridden yampy kids meant that I didn't exactly max out the extra hour in bed.
I'd lined up porridge for breakfast, safe in the knowledge that there were porridge oats in the cupboard.
Sadly, the oats, upon inspection, were 18 months past their use-by date.
Sadlier still, I went ahead and made myself a bowl of porridge.
I kept it down all round the course too, although it was touch and go at times.
I'd lined up porridge for breakfast, safe in the knowledge that there were porridge oats in the cupboard.
Sadly, the oats, upon inspection, were 18 months past their use-by date.
Sadlier still, I went ahead and made myself a bowl of porridge.
I kept it down all round the course too, although it was touch and go at times.
Labels: DAN GETS STUCK INTO A BUNCH OF MINGING OLD PORRIDGE, SELF IMPROVEMENT
