I am realising how much I think about food - planning meals, etc. Even bloody Woman's Hour is doing cooking this morning! I watched CBeebies' I can cook on the TV while eating my delicious porridge and threw aside the Guardian magazine article on steamed puddings, which just seemed like cruelty.
Wish it wasn't so cold, grey and wet/snowy today. It really doesn't make one feel positive about anything. Think I will switch all the lights on and blast out some music, which will also help to drown out next door's brats. For those who know me: you think my boys are noisy? You haven't heard these children!