I had another go at cooking pancakes, this was now “My Way”, rather than “Han’s way” on Sunday. I have since decided that I can cook them, and they did taste fabulous. At this point I’d love to show you a picture of my piece of culinary perfection. However, I didn’t have my camera with me, so you’ll have to take my word for it.
Yesterday was probably the warmest day of the year so far, and – one disturbing thing from last year that reared it’s ugly head is that the chavs have come out of hibernation, and into Prince’s Garden’s in Colwyn Bay. Instead of the seren, albeit cold, weather there for my lunch over the winter, I instead have to deal with the lowest form of human existance drinking, swearing and screaming at each others. It’ll be like this until September sometime, and is set to get longer each year, what with global warming.
In my opinion, you should legally be allowed to hunt them.
Finally, I haven’t had any further ideas about what to give up for Lent. I’ve decided to reject all the ideas given to me yesterday (Ally…no). Takeaway two years ago and Gambling last year were both relatively successful (gambling certainly was), but – truth be told – I don’t know if there is anything I want to give up.