Am pretty mean all over the place really. We’re getting a bit cramped at work and there’s now 4 of us in Team Orange’s space and we’re all for the ‘no smelly lunch’ rule. Except now there’s a boy in here too and he’s not sure about it. And for some reason I am the main enforcer of the rule. To the point that if he’s out buying his lunch, he thinks of me and picks a reasonably smell free option, which sadly for him normally means healthy! And if he does get tempted by the smelly smells and gives in and gets fries or something, he scuttles away to the back of our training room to eat his lunch by himself!

And just now, Jiff came in and asked him if he wanted to go get McDonalds, and then roared with laughter when he glanced guiltily at me before accepting the offer! They’ll be having lunch in the training room!!

The Mister cooks on yoga night and last night I left him without the normal array of ingredients for his Thursday night solo effort so didn’t know what I’d be getting when I got home. And he outdid himself! Did something brand new and I was so off with my ’smells like tomato risotto’ comment as I was coming up the stairs – it was an amazing leek/pine nut/lemon sauce with pasta. Although his resulting kitchen mess that comes from making something new and trying to get all the timing right meant that the kitchen splats were in very strange places and there seemed to be far more pots and bowls than I would’ve thought necessary for that meal. Hence our rule of you cook, YOU clean!!