Now I hope this will end up being an archive of my kitchen life - a real-time catalogue of hubristic failures and quiet triumphs. But you know what? I'm already exhausted. So. Have a picture of my dog. A kind of modern-day trade-test transmission card. He's looking slightly worried in case people think he's a bolgi. Bless.
Right - enough. I'm off for a gin. Laters.
