Looking Out To Sea

The domestic economy, like the one in the wider world, has apparently collapsed. We have both been ill to varying degrees since the weekend. I had Tuesday off, and Helen left work early this afternoon in order to keep an appointment with a large blanket.

In this time the house has filled up with dirty dishes and snotty hankies. It’s amazing how quickly entropy takes over.

We have not done any significant cooking since the weekend. But tomorrow we’ve got visitors so I hope we’ll be feeling up to it. I plan to start some dough tonight before going to bed. But now, Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall is on telly.