Well done kid!

Curry tasting

Congratulations to Kiz. Got a 1^st, and now she's got a job. First interview. Fantastic. Well done. Celebratory meal was fish and chips at the Mermaid, BLISS, LPL and me. Another night off the C-plan diet. The tandoori chicken pieces will have to marinade in the fridge for another twenty four hours, as I'm brimfull of cod, chips, and bread and butter.

Last night's jalfrezi was a cheeky little number. I got some Christmas with ginger and cloves, I got old fashioned Tandoori House restaurant from garlic and cumin. I got heat and little bit of spite from the red and green birds' eye chillies, and a hint of sweetness from the coconut milk.

I also got stuffed to the gunwales as I made a fair bit and scoffed the lot. We're running low on basmati rice, and the lime pickle's taken a big hit.

Brightling, home of the little people

Little chairs in the changing room. Bizarre.

“Here you go G. One for each arse-cheek.”

“Hold on. Neal, move 'em further apart.”

Note the mower in the background, moved to stop Nobby sniffing around it. We think he may have been working up to syphoning the petrol out of it.

Also note in the top left, the great big window. With no glass in it. Those daft enough to get changed on that bench under it had their kit drenched while the rain came in from that direction, which was most of the afternoon.

In the little shack in the woods:

There's a toilet to match the little chairs' size.

Tea and drinks breaks are strictly rationed.