and I will update soon properly.
for now, content yourselves with the knowledge that I just received a phone call from my housemate. who is next door. lying in bed. rather than get up to speak to me, he decided, in his hungover wisdom, to call me. hehe. 'are you gonna make us this english breakfast then?' he demanded. (My mother came over this week bringing with her, along with marmite, cheese and a christmas pudding, two packs of bacon, splendidly). 'When it's all ready, bang on my door.' Lazy bastard. Still as you can see they have embraced the concept of the cooked breakfast as hangover cure.