I’ve just made a mess in our kitchen. Rummaging for a snack. And I came back with a carrot. A bloody carrot. It’s nul points you see and that’s all that matters this week. And for the next 19 weeks come to that. Because after much thought, dodgy Xmas pics and jean shopping frustration (big waist + long legs + lesbian = grrr!), I’ve the … Continue reading Dreaming of crumpet