Put on my lovely new underwear (I could still find the matching bra and pants at this stage as they were still in their carrier bag rather than distributed separately around the house in the washing basket, washing machine or laundry room with the other bit elsewhere) and pranced around the bedroom a bit for the benefit of Mr Smith who said he couldn't see as he hadn't got his glasses on. So I got dressed and took the dog for a very cold walk through the snow. This is strictly Mr Smith's duty but he had a nice warm bed to lounge in whilst his fat wife trudged his fat dog round the common. He can do the afternoon walk.
We had the most lovely Thai salmon fish cakes last night. Mr Smith got in a bait about the noodles - something about the timing - lucky I didn't throw them at him really.
I am quite enjoying a bit of experimental cooking in the quest for the body beautiful or at least beautifuller. This morning it was little sausage muffins, well they would have been muffins but I didn't have a muffin tin so they were sausage fairy cakes. They were a bit like Yorkshire puddings with sausage and cheese and very delicious they were too. Mr Smith looks on and makes constructive remarks such as "A bit of palaver, isn't it?" Does he want to wear his breakfast? I think I need to go away for a bit.
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