My God, I'm good

Last night I flung the duck-carcase in the slow cooker, with residual red cabbage and ginger and a star anise.

This morning I have dark rich flavourful soup-base. And cabbage and crevettes and noodles and chilli and garlic and soy and such. Fish sauce. Beansprouts. Om, if I may say so, nom.

In other news, as I reached for clean socks this morning, I thought "Didn't I buy new socks just yesterday? Sure I did. I wonder what happened to...?"

And came downstairs and discovered what happened to. They had been Mightily Hunted from the bag wherein I left them, and dragged all across the vasty barren plains of the carpet, and left mockingly on the doorstep.

Barry, I suspect. It's generally Baz who hunts trophies. Mac just hunts food.

Talking of which...

*zooms*

Brrr

There's hail in that there snow.

These east winds do portend no good to us. Tomorrow I think I might just stay in the house all day, and eat soup and noodles interspersed by unnecessary chicken sandwiches. I think that's a plan. *nods*