Myself and Grundy now live a lot closer to town which is nice and damn close to Tesco (my arms rejoice.) For once I have a flat to be proud of, everything belonging to us and a kitchen full of vintage/retro kitchenware. I've moved seven times within the last four years so I have grown a bit weary, here's hoping I stay put for a while.
I find myself, once again off work. The problem with working with food is that the mere gurgle of a dickey tummy and you are off for a legally required two days. Great. With no sick pay this is not at all ideal as you could imagine and I have been ill on and off for months. I feel like shite, sadly literally but that's more than anybody should care to know. I have my fingers crossed for a speedy recovery as on Saturday I am going to Truck Festival and then on Tuesday I am taking Grundy to Cornwall for a few days. Here he can experience the beauty of the county, breath the salt air, see where I grew-up and went to school and get thoroughly pissed off by dick-head booze tourists (even though we are staying there we will be out of Newquay as much as possible.)
I suppose it's gives me a chance to wear my flip-flops for their desired purpose and head to the beach. It will be strange going back as I haven't done so for well over a year and a half. It's a lovely place but now sadly spoiled by the masses.
With scant regard for carbon emissions we shall be flying. When it is about £60 cheaper and three hours quicker who could blame us? Plus it makes you feel like a rock star, no drinking and throwing TVs out of windows for me though. What with all these pills, lotions and potions I am practically a monk these-days, just call me Brother Matthew.
Anyway in an attempt to get better I am going to get on the fluids and find something food related to watch (fingers crossed for Nigella whose motherly ways make everything better.)
