An evening of domesticity

I'm procrastinating while writing a policy document. And so I thought I'd regale you lot with how exciting my evening was last night.

S had decided she wanted boring vegetables, effectively steamed and then served. WTF? What's the point to that? Anyway, being the accepting, generous chap that I am, I did this.

For mine, I added a very very hot goan curry paste I'd made sometime ago and stored in the freezer, a bit of coconut milk, rice, then served. Superb. And very hot.

Then, for my life knows no bounds, I planted some herbs in my planter. The last lot died, cos the soil I had wasn't sterilised or something and everything was infected. So I got new soil, and they were offering buy 2 and get 3 on seeds, so I succumbed to that too. I was going to use plants I'd bought to strip, but hey lets go the whole hog in plant growing. I did have a parsley plant lying around so that's in there too.
So, presuming something grows, I'll have parsley, coriander and basil. Will keep you all informed.

Before you get too excited, the likelihood is that they'll all die.

And then I pulled the sink apart as it had stopped draining. I felt quite manly. It even worked after I put it back together. Nothing to this plumbing malarky.

In further plumbing news: our dishwasher is leaking badly. That one I might throw at the landlord.

B