I was treated to rather lovely jam scones in work today by the equally lovely Elin Barham (except she wasn't crispy at the bottom). Which was just as well as I couldn't find the biscuit barrel.
Work goes quiet at this time of year so i began a major spring clean. It's what I do best: throwing things away. At least I could get into work today unlike last Monday when I was locked out and had to break in through the back door and set off the alarm.
With a party for 5-year-olds going on downstairs, it was a good job Elin was there to educate me on current pop singers. I am so out of touch, however, I am acquiring incredible technical skills. How's this for a penguin:
Ah, okay, so that didn't work. Maybe not such incredible technical skills after all ...
But I make a mean curry. Which brings me nicely back to where I started with food. That has a pleasing roundness about it.
I am rambling here in an attempt to procrastinate. An attempt? No, simply procrastination. Must do what I am trying to avoid which is send off novel 3 to an agent.
Wish me luck; I could be gone some time.
P.S. How do you say scone? Long or short o? And which is the posh way? Elin and I disagreed.