Waiting for a cauliflower to roast. They take a while. I should have started it sooner because I'm hungry like a hippo that's not had its tea. Drinking a gin and tonic to take the edge off (Nautilus, apparently, made with algae by those wacky Portuguese it says on the label, and not half bad). Bad Cat is waiting by the kitchen cupboard because she knows the smell of curry means poppadoms. I have a feeling that there's no lime pickle left. One of us will be disappointed. You are all possibly wondering how I manage to sustain this high level of drama. It's tough, but I manage.
