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New subject: Cooking!
That’s right, I cook…well, I’m learning to cook. Kinda a necessity for life…

So tonight I found a recipe for Dill Pancakes which suggested fillings.

Ingredients:
1 cup (200g) oat flour (or normal flour)
1 whole egg
1/2 (100ml) cup water
1 tablespoon olive oil
salt and pepper to taste
~1-2 tablespoons dill to taste

Prep:

Put flour, egg and water in bowl and whisk into pancake batter consitency.
Add Dill and drop of oil and whisk further.
Pour thinly onto preheated, greased frying pan (I used a 6″ base frying pan)
Flip pancake (no tricks now)
Repeat for rest of batter.

I got 3 pancakes out of this… I could have pushed it to 4 cause my first two were quite thick.

On the side, prepare what you want for filling.
I decided on:
Fresh prawns (big handful),
Sliced spring onions (2)
Diced pepper (1/2 bell pepper)

Next time I might try something with tuna mayo or other fishy product.

So, on the 25th June, I eventually got my birthday present from my friends.
NB: My birthday was on 31st May!
They had given it to my brother in April so they i’d get it in time…but noooo! The ass had it sitting in his hallway for him to take to mine when he got the chance. And plenty chance he had too. He’s just so frikken unorganised socially to take it round to mine.

Nevermind, I got it at least – And its frikken awesome!!!
Its a big set of Magnastix or Magnetix or whatever you wanna call it. Basically its rods and balls that stick together with magnets and you can make whatever the hell you want. I appear to be quite interested in organic shapes.
Its quite a desk toy. I sit and play with it on breaks at work. No funny looks yet

ADDITIONAL: My bestest present from my lovely was a personalised leather wallet. I take it everywhere with me, even though there’s nothing but moths in it! lol

Other news, my lovely has left me for a week. On Sunday she took off to Englanshire to stay with a friend (also ex-colleague) whilst she took on a weeks intensive driving course.
May I just say here, BEST OF LUCK BABY!
But I miss her heaps. I’ve temporarily moved into her flat to look after her kittens when shes gone.
I have to get up at stupid o’clock to feed them. Then i climb back into bed for another hour and a bit till i get up, have a shower and get cleaned up for work. And tonight I’ll be taking my bike up so i get to lie in longer as getting to work will be quicker (All down hill. W00t!)

Its going to be a difficult week, but I’d do anything for her. She’s my lovely!

I also just spent £80 on food last night. Which should last me a fair wee while, as long as her bro doesn’t eat any of it. Its MINE! GRRRR   hehe

Other than that… working and gyming away. Gym is going well. Think i’ve managed to get a bit more definition to my stomach and arms and chest. My belly aint quite as rounded…but still fatty! I’ll get there tho.

Last weekend was a good laugh. Except Friday.
Earlier in the week, it was organised amongst the guys to take my brother out on Friday and get his shit-faced as it was his birthday on the Saturday.
As much as I like going out and having a few drink, come Friday night, I could not be assed. I was feeling totally meh with myself and the world. But I promised I’d go out to, 1) See my bro. And 2) keep someone special company. My ‘meh’ attitude was probably fuelled somewhat by the fact that my lovely was going for dinner with someone else for steak! Taking her out for steak is my thing! And I wanted steak that night!
But there were several other factors involved… I wont go into.

So come 8pm and several txt’s saying, “are you on your way yet!?” etc I stick on some shoes and do something with my hair (I wouldn’t say styled… more unstyled. Totally messed up. Its great!) and head on out to Osbournes. Not my kinda pub at all. The place is mostly filled with cubicles with leather padded seats and a few free tables with small stools. The bar is fairly long and well designed, but the place is ruined by a) the main clientele. And b) the music. Naturally, these two things are directly related. Anywhere you go that has dance music playing is filled with complete fucktards… Especially this place. Some dude hanging onto the bar, pissed off his face constantly ogling the DJ (I use the term loosely) and she wasn’t much better either. Some scrawny daddy’s girl who obviously doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together. How do I know this? On the side of the bar, the PA system plugged into the rest of the room and right on top… the laptop. Top marks! It’s not like those PA systems get unbelievably fucking hot, but sticking a laptop on top, just to make sure it overheats enough to cause irreversible damage to the CPU and maybe even the hard drive… just to make sure.

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