Worn out from Cooking

I am ashes where once I was fire. All sparked up at the start of the weekend, blithely ignoring the cold that threatened to lay me out. Had lovely Julesy & Butters to stay, did my best to welcome them in and suceeded in the main I think, but am now so cream crackered lovely Husband has gone trekking into the provincial night to provide his knackered wife with dinner. Chicken & sweetcorn soup (for my soul and my throat), fried soft noodles and beef in garlic and spring onion sauce. For my depleted fat reserves and my well-being generally. I’m telling myself!

So I shall make a pot of jasmine tea and sharpen my chopsticks in readiness. Thank buddha for Chinese takeaways.