Dearest darlings...

It appears that I rather neglected you yesterday; and I can't tell a lie, I'm not even really sure why. Ah yes, I recall. I slept in. I mean really slept in, it was about 14:30 before I managed to haul myself out of bed, which even by my standards is pretty late! So, here's me, awakening up at silly o'clock and stumbling downstairs to have food or drink tea and there's this note "Please do domestic chores and meet me in Wakefield at 16:30! Momma xxxx" and I just though "HOLY SHITCAKES" and had to message her and be like "WHAT CHORES?!?!" so when I was waiting for that I tidied the whole kitchen and took out the bin and everything and got back "Dishwasher that's all! Come. finishing at 4.30. Meet you in satUrday car park. xx" yeah, she's got a cutesie writing style (she can't use her blackberry...).

So obv. after my "chores" I RAN into Wakefield. I didn't run, I got the bus, that's another £2.30 down the pan. DAMN YOU ARRIVA BUSES, DAMN YOOOOOUUUU!!! Bah. Anyway, tea and latte in Costa with the lovely, lovely Costaman who we have named "Mr. Tea" on account of his pouring my tea for me because they had no teapots :3 (I say we, I mean Miss Cia Kate, go check out her blog she's a cool cat). He has really, really pretty eyes. I mean, most people have eyeballs, but I would like to congratulate him on those. By snogging off his face.

AND I MADE WHITE SAUCE, using the roux method (oooh snazzy as all hell, I know) so we had salmon, peas, sweetcorn and pasta ooouh how exciting I hear you cry, well, SUCK IT UP my blog. I don't mean that sweetie come back to me xxxoxoxxo.

Our freezer is an egomaniac I've decided. We're having kitchen appliance problems essentially. Well, one appliance really, our fridge-freezer is a little bit of a party-pooper and basically has a case of multiple personality disorder. The fridge is Jekyll, and the freezer is Hyde. Mr. Hyde is the most ridiculously freezery freezy in the history of the entire world. Oh my god, on my life we got the Ben and Jerry's out of the freezer before we mixed up all the pasta, and then tried to serve it up after we'd done. It was literally like granite (that had just been lava, yeah it moved a little I guess) but SERIOUSLY it was rock solid, so I had to wait another 20 minutes until it was edible. And poor Dr. Jekyll doesn't even chill anything anymore.

Spent the evening at my friend's house again. I swear my bedroom is smaller than his house bathroom. MASSIVE HOUSE. We watched Kung-Fu Panda, which in my opinion is one of the funniest films to have been released so far this century, and then Over The Hedge- which I admit is not my favourite kids film but christos, there are some real chortle moments. I think that says a lot about me, I really love kids films, they're so easy-going, a bit like me I guess. There was some hilarity to be had at the hands of my friends, I can honestly say I'd never been used as physical leverage in a fight before till yesterday. Nor had I been literally smothered in the name of fun, graowl.

Anyway, I got back at stupid o'clock (03:30...) and got up at feckin' 07:45. Nightmare. I guess it's my own fault so I shouldn't complain.

No doubt I'll have purchases to show later on as I'm about to run off to go shopping, and I'll write up the recipe for white sauce just in case anyone is interested.

Ack. Gotta go!