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Moules a la basquaise rocks my world

Or rather, the fact that tonight I shall for the first time in living memory have a quiet night in with the mrs rocks my world. We may go to the cinema, we may not. We may have an early night, we may not. Don't know, don't care. all I know is that I'm not drinking and I'm not working, so that's just fine by me. The only certainty is the aforementioned moules, the peppers for which are roasting in a screamingly hot oven, their skin blackening and blistering, as I type this.

No real point to this entry, more a sort of collation of thoughts and events to keep my brain ticking over. Out on the lash last night with work colleagues, which really was enormous fun, even if I did go to (whisper it) the Arriba, Ormskirk's poor excuse for a meat market (though I did spot a girl who the evening before had celebrated her 16th birthday in the restaurant tsk tsk), nice just to qo out without an agenda for once. I often wonder if the suspicion that one is supposed to be having more fun ruins many nights out by weight of expectation.

This thread over on I love books got me thinking as well. I didn't get a great deal of reading done in 04, though that situation is already being rectified, a lot of my reading time gets eaten up with research, for writing and for cooking. I think this year I will keep a list, just to see. Maybe you could too, we'll compare notes. It'll be fun.

Any road up. The sun is shining, Andrew Strauss is carving the South Africans to all parts of the Wanderers, I have a fresh mug of tea and the night off. So if you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go and skin those peppers.

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