Roasty Toasty

Feeling sated after a delicious meal courtesy of our in-house chef, Morgan. The chicken were right nice like, tender cutlets amply seasoned, and bathed in their own juice with the gravy. The tatties went down a treat, and our little family gathered round the table, breaking bread (metaphorically) and ridiculing one another.

Young Tom missed out on the experience due to some rugby weekend (though we all know he was over at Mr Patel's). Griff is never there, and today was hardly different in that respect. Ross had the misfortune to be told he was getting roasty cooked for him over at another house (the scoundrel). Turning down our meal, he watched us devour and even took part in some of the related parlour chat, only to find that there was no roasty waiting for him elsewhere. Slapped in the face.

The majority of the day was spent sleeping or doing things that require little or no motion or effort. This is largely due to working a long shift at Metros, then remaining there for a while, insisting on buying the most expensive breakfast McDonald's could muster (four pounds and nine pence), the hash brown of which was shamelessly stolen, and throwing the hideous coffee at a pigeon in an incoherent fit of rage. It is a miracle that I managed to get home in my inebriated state. I was aided by the light of the day.

Despite setting a day aside for work, I have not done a jot of it, eschewng the principle of engaging my little mind with things that really need doing in favour of a slightly pompous bath and much procrastination. Not a truly pompous bath, mind (for this you need some sort of bath salts or intriguing oil), but I still managed to drink a cup of organic fairtrade English Breakfast whilst reading a book. Miraculously, the ventilation hole in the downstairs bathroom acts as an ear to the kitchen, so you miss out on not a spot of conversation. For a while all eight members of the household were in the same room, and it was all sweet and lovely. Things naturally fizzled out as they do, rooms were returned to, and the living room is currently empty.

Now we are awaiting whatever the evening throws our way.