Shoes!

Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes! Shoes done! Done shoes!

Right! Um, the bloody shoes are done. Didn't think we were going to make it. About eight hours to departure.

Toggles to be applied, not by me. I'm up this late to finish, a tad punchy. Jorvik Vikings, eat your heart out.



Trust me, the foot is shaped like that. Damn, I hate patterns. I swear, next time I'm making to foot cast to work from. We'll see how they survive war.

Alone. Bacon!

For at least a fortnight, it's just me and the cats. While I intend to be good and eat smart, today I've eaten dumb.

My plans changed when I saw the lovely homemade challah roll. Not having any real sandwich fixings, I opted for bacon and cheddar. Very Kosher that, I may have felt a little guilty.

The cheddar needed melting and I had this bacon grease... Yeah, I melted the cheese in the grease.

There is a line from an Marillion song. It goes "I picked up the sleeping pills dropped on the floor, inviting me... to casual obscenity." This line drifted through my mind when I started to scrape the cast iron and little bacon soaked cheese crispies coalesced from the fond. No, I didn't do it. Yes, I briefly considered it.