Culinary Surgery

The little box that appeared in the corner of my screen, telling me that my camera is an unrecognisable device is not what I expected when I decided to upload some pictures and creep back onto my bloog. As the Fur is asleep, I made a rare and sensible decision to abandon any efforts to fix (break) it and switched machines. He will be pleased I resisted the temptation to fiddle with the drivers in the morning.
I have been feeling a little over-cynical and stressed out recently. My faith in the human race has plummeted again over the past weeks. Not so much through personal experiences, rather from a series of observations.
This may be weather related however, as the number of four letter words uttered throughout a typical day lessened when the sun came out this week and I could finally open up the house for longer than 30 minutes.
If it's warm next weekend, we may even get to poke our noses out into the Solent for a few days.

Lapels: One of the nice things about being an 'adult' is having the freedom to eat macaroni cheese after 11pm; I'm going to have nightmares again; Where's the Rennies?