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Today I am so tired my vision has been wobbling. I have a very large radish and Christine and I have agreed to dissect it, rub salt in its wounds and eat it tomorrow evening, having taken photographs for that Melvin's perusal.
Today I had to be up by nine, despite being after bong, and awake enough for gas fire fixing man, but he did not come till one, and then he spent two hours putting in a new gas fire, which turned out to be broken. Broken, moreover, in the same spot as the previous gas fire, which was otherwise healthy though dusty and a close friend of many years. Though I turned the new one on just now and it worked. Very confusing. Anyway, this wobbled my day the wrong way and I have been tired ever since.
I walked into two supermarkets but could not bring myself to buy their broccolli when I thought about the way they mess about the farmers and the high numbers of farmers committing suicide as a result. Not that I particularly like farmers, but I think there should be more respect for broccolli and those who grow it, and vegetarian farmers are nice usually. Now I have broccolli from Alara, necessarily expensive and limp, but adequate for my tomato and broccolli bake tomorrow, hopefully to be combined with cheese sauce, or possibly feta if I can purchase vegetarian yet authentic feta between King's Cross and Kensington for less than three pounds tomorrow.
Any other nice ingredient ideas much appreciated.
Love from me.