Crisis? What Crisis??!!

Well how nice. We made it to Thursday which is Friday eve and that's all good. Nige is doing some gluten-free cookies which will make a few journeys home a time for rumbling stomachs. I'm stoking up on toast here-and it's another Paul Hollywood morning. This means it's sourdough again (curse you Hollywood) though I suspect he won't like the peanut butter and marmite combo that I've got going here. Well he's wrong sometimes that's all. A light lunch is called for. And no snacks. Absolutely none, not even a sherbet lemon in the movie I'm seeing this morning when no one is looking and no one would know. Hmm.

And MID-LIFE CRISIS oldies please! Guess what-it doesn't exist! Apparently we are just as likely to get emotional turmoil in our twenties and sixties. So how to justify that extravagant purchase now? We need some kind of emotional cover for our extravagance ! Maybe we are permanently in a crisis of some kind and so always need a new jumper/pen/computer/sports car. Anyway crisis over. There's no MLC from now on.