Ice, have you worn the mesh-sleeved pretty dress yet?
I've been out in the car! I felt proper lazy and didn't enjoy it much. I am a fast, aggressive driver and this sleepy li'l village is full of crumblies doing 15mph. I went to my friend, Ceri's - the one with the broken shoulder. I took her a Greggs pasty and vanilla slice but she doesn't like pasties so I ate it with my banana-flavoured spunky doughnut.
I went to the butchers for four pork chops...six pound seventy-fucking-nine!?! I cannot continue to support local produce when they charge shit like that. No way. It's 45p for a Pink Lady at my greengrocers so he can fuck off, too.
Tonight I am making pork chops braised with shallots (minus the cider
) with champ on the side. What the fuck is 'champ'? I hear you squawk. It's crushed potatoes made with cream, butter, spring onions & chives! Nice, huh?