Be my Valentine .. or else

Mr Smith broke the tradition of a lifetime and not only bought me a valentine card but also a valentine mug for my valentine tea in bed. You see, nagging works!

I have cooked and cooked and cooked and stared at loads of washing up hoping it might just go away. In the end I did a deal with Mr Smith; I would wash if he dried and put away. He left it 'til morning thereby cutting out the middle motion and did manage to put it away, mostly in the wrong cupboards. I will sort it all out later.

I am now off to the Polish shop for polish sausage (not beeswax) but I have no idea which one I should buy as there is a vast array. My recipe for "Pintandeau au choux avec saucice" isn't very specific but it does have a picture. This seems somewhat rustic fare for Cordon Bleu. The recipes get progressively more difficult as you work your way through the book and this appears on page 12- the pudding is on page 350 and took me the whole of yesterday to make, including baking my own sponge fingers. It's ok, the novelty is wearing off and I am beginning to admire the bright spark who invented pot noodle.



It's silly dog cup cakes today. Sharks next.