Reasons I love Sundays at the Queen Vic Market:

1.  Every cheese purveyor in the deli hall gives you free samples. We're talking PROPER cheese. French. Swiss. Greek. None of that crappy supermarket stuff.

2.  There are no less than five stalls which sell wine, all of whom are happy for you to taste as many wines as you like, with no obligation to buy.  You can get drunk very easily.  Hence the need for the cheese.

3.  Lamb bureks. They are the absolute shiz.

The Kennett Curse is alive a well. Sigh. On the upside, I've done my tax and I should be getting a cracking refund.

Well that was a long day... thank god I can have a sleep in tomorrow!

Finally replaced the kettle. My joy at not having to boil a saucepan of water to make a cup of tea knows no bounds.

Better to say nothing, or tell the truth?  Today's conundrum...

Have rediscovered the joys of an 80 cent packet of jello as a way of getting my daily sugar fix.*

*Also known as "Can't Afford Chocolate Until I Get Paid Tomorrow" 

7.45pm isn't too early to go to bed is it?  I'm knackered. Plus, by the time I potter around getting ready for bed, it'll be 8.30pm.

Sheesh. When did I turn into such a nanna?