A recipe for some species of nut cluster. No, I don't think so.
Etsy offering: cat.
Wednesday has been a relentless arse, as it usually is. I have little to say about it. I am very behind on loads of stuff, particularly the festival of St Creepygloves of Childrenbarrel (Friday), whose arrival I don't really believe I should be compelled to celebrate. The children do not agree. I crumble and find myself muttering swear words in the FNAC queue. The FNAC does not even have Ripley's World of Massive Goitres 2014. Why am I here? Who knows. My flies are open and I am covered in crumbs. This is what happens when I leave the house.
However: I have made macaroni cheese and there are leftovers and I have also made some progress with the Appalling Work Mountain of Pre-Festivity Terror and we got some nice compliments about Facegoop today.
Speaking of which, there is new Facegoop about grown-up sparkly nails in which I get to call M a capybara in the Guardian, which pleased me. Clicks mean Christmas presents.
Anything to report your end?