One of my old acquaintances has decided to invite herself to my house this week. Knowing that woman it means she'll turn up at seven a.m on a Monday morning and shove me off to work before spending the day criticising my house and rearranging things.
Bloody interior designers.
I shall kick her out somewhere before Kabuto comes. Hopefully I can entice her by sending her to that strange little shop a few
hundred miles away that stays open for hours and sells pillows. She can take the old BMW if she wants. So long as she doesn't break it, if, God Forbid, my Aston Martin ever goes off the road that's all I have to drive.
That reminds me, I still need to shop for Monday. I was considering doing fish...but not Sushi. Perhaps wild salmon. That'll be a nightmare to find, but farmed salmon never goes well in any dish. Unless I'm just a snob.
The Menu List...Ideas, anyway.
Miso Soup (Undecided, but a possibility)
Teriyaki Salmon with Rice, Peas and Sweetcorn
Lemon (myself) Chocolate (Kabuto) Souffle with Caramel Ice Cream