grumpyf1

It is the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. The only slight problem with this is that both seem to have occurred in our kitchen. Many life-affirming things happen in our kitchen. My signature dish of toasted bacon sandwich is obviously a highlight, as is the making of really quite passable cappuccinos, utilising the bargain espresso machine we picked up reduced to clear. True, it is made almost entirely of a type of plastic seemingly designed specifically to absorb liquid coffee, but it’s rather unpleasant brown-stained exterior is forgiven as it brings forth a decent fluffy beverage. Living in a terraced house, the kitchen is also the portal through which everything ‘out the back’ has to pass to get to the front, including the lawnmower. I suppose I could walk all the way along the terrace at the back, but I’ve been enjoying the expressions on the faces of our neighbours when I emerge from the front door with a lawnmower. Especially as we have no lawn. Being an allot...