Bit disappointed in my porridge this morning, probably because I fed most of the lovely blueberries out of it to jnr. Plus I think it needs a bit of crunch to it, a few nuts next time.
Our peeping tom is at is again, he seems to like the back of my flat more than any of the others thought I’ve not actually seen him myself. Freaked out though, it’s the third time he’s been spotted and I was listening to a murder podcast saying loads of serial killers start off as peeping toms.