Morning Juke, all,
Being very clever, I remembered to take out some frozen but still raw croissants yesterday evening, so that they might rise overnight. Pleasingly they did. However what i didn’t account for was that if go and sit down to eat my porridge next to my wife while she blow dries her hair, I wouldn’t be able to hear the blasted buzzer buzzing. This utter fool might have slightly overcooked the croissants. Still edible and tasty but with a distinctive sheen of regret.
Not much planned for today. Tomorrow we’re off to London to see some friends to listen to psychedelic music and watch Yellow Submarine. They’ve apparently got the blue ray edition. I’ve only ever seen it on VHS in the past, so I’m a tiny bit nervous, but everyone else has seen the full version, so hopefully it will be good refreshing fun.
Apparently someone doesn’t want to go into the kitchen in their bare feet, so it looks like I’m got to go and put the towel wash on now. Have a good day, everyone.
