ingrate

Last week I was just too tired to post about the lovely food that Ms Ginger Cake made us for dinner and I certainly didn't want to give the impression that it was not worthy of comment, far from it. Ms Ginger Cake's meal was a great mix of Jamaican and other food and we finished with a most praiseworthy syrup sponge. I would like to mention the bread that she drove over to Clapham to get, but I can't remember what it's called and I know she'll mock me if I don't get it right.

On the subject of ingratitude, I have to admit that two weeks on I hate my job. Not the job itself, but trying to function without key personnel and the incompetence of some staff. I have been sold a pup and it is making me a misery to be with. Sorry, Carrot Cakes! On a more cheerful note, here's some kittens. I am also feeling very clever for learning how to put a tag in. Kirsty tried to tell me ages ago, but for some reason it semed too complicated for me. I just had a look at her source code and saw how simple it really was. I am now equipped for those magical mouseover moments. Happiness returns.