The trial dinner went well. I cooked, they ate, I ate a bit too. It was good. It could be a teeny bit better with little additions/submissions such as greener pudding, browner main. With a bit of tweaking I reckon I have an edible meal that a panel of tasters will be able to taste and discard (too sad) and I will become Masterchef and rule the World. Oh, sorry, I was getting a bit carried away there.
I now have beautiful hair with tiny copper streaked highlights - all part of the femme fatale look. Mr Smith couldn't see them. Oh well, I tried.
Went to stir the cauldron with Mad Carina who is just so consistently lovely. She even rang me later for a bit more chat - such a brilliant mate. It's a shame she's about to electrocute herself with 15 kitchen appliances all plugged into one plug. I suppose she hasn't so far and that's what an rcb is for but I'd so hate her and Johnny to fry with Polly, their bolshy teenage daughter, fanning the flames. I would really miss her.
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