desperance | Suppose you walked to the DIY Superstore...

...in the snow...

...and they had no paint? At all?

Paint, of course, was what I went for. There will be an Exciting New Range, they tell me. Tomorrow, they say. It's all in the warehouse. Today? No. No paint today.

Still'n'all, it's only a couple of miles. Each way. In the snow. It keeps me slim. And sooner that than drive all the way to Boroughbridge as m'friends

shewhomust and

durham_rambler have just done, for a crime writers' lunch, only to find it cancelled.

Has Mercury gone retrograde or some such, without my noticing?

I shall fry cod's roes and mushrooms for lunch. In butter. And spread clotted cream on my toast. (Hush, it's an experiment. I'll let you know.)

And the bread has risen bountifully while I was gone. (Note to self, though: when trying out a new technique, next time? If the book comes with a DVD to demonstrate same? Might be a good idea to watch the DVD. Beforehand.)