You see, I am not a natural cook, no matter how much I delude myself. I can make a half decent mans Curry mind you, and the usual stuff, beans on toast, bruscheta etc But one in ten of my Omelette's only succeed. Its not as if I am rushing them either, like you see a professional chef perform before your eyes, with such awe.
Will have to persevere, there's definitely some specific formula required, I will research this. Flu progressing, I suspect has peaked now, still hurts to drink, will observe, don't think its an infection, perhaps more an inflammation of some sort. Will have another well earned lay in tomorrow, Emma's essay completed and posted ( just in case your reading this Angel, while in Finland) some shopping done, Katie in bath, Saffi running around, and Max playing on Harry's XBox, which reminds me, its Harry's birthday tomorrow, 22 years of age, happy birthday son.
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