With Rebecca our of town with the car I've been getting the bus into work, bonus points for bringing my book onboard to read too. I had about 40 pages left which should have covered both trips, to and from the office, but after I sat down I chewed through the first 20 pages and the rest turned out to be acknowledgements, notes, glossary etc so I had nothing to tuck into on the way home. I'll bring a new book in tomorrow though so I'm ready.
With Rebecca out it also means I have zero people to impress when it comes to cooking dinner. I got back close to 9pm too so all bets were off. There were sausages in the freezer and a lot of leftover Mexican style condiments so I decided to try and make a pork tortilla with sausage - at worst it could only taste like a breakfast burrito right? Right?! Turns out the moment you 'over salsa' a sausage wrap it just tastes like tinned spaghetti hoops with those utterly vile cocktail sausages. That dinner should have been illegal but it kept me alive long enough to face another day. I'll try harder for supper tomorrow.
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