… culinary disaster tonight – almost inevitable that there would be one sooner or later.<\/p>\n
Returning home after the Anglo-French group meeting (hardly a group meeting, there was just me, myself and I there) it was a wicked 6.4\u00b0C in my little room. That called for some desperate measures.<\/p>\n
I’d finished off the beans and chips last night and so that meant pizza this evening. And I soon had a roaring blaze going – one that had the room up to 18\u00b0C in under an hour.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately it was rather too roaring and it burnt the base of the pizza and of the garlic bread. I’ve never ever had that before – it just goes to show you what you can do when you really try. Especially as the rice pudding was cooked to perfection, and that’s a first as well<\/p>\n
But this morning, in the cold and damp overcast weather I had another marathon woodcutting session in the lean-to. I’m cutting up the wood that is in there. It’s perfectly dry and been that way for years hence I can burn it up here straight away without having to leave it standing for a year or so.<\/p>\n
That explains the roaring inferno that I had this evening. <\/p>\n
Apart from that, I’ve been working on the ceiling of the bedroom again. It’s taking ages to do, but it won’t half look nice when it’s finished.<\/p>\n
Tonight it didn’t go cold again. It just stayed hovering around the -3\u00b0C mark. <\/p>\n
And at 18:00 the heavens opened and we had about a ton and a half of snow dropped on us. <\/p>\n
It’s still snowing now in fact. Haven’t times changed?<\/p>\n
