IN my attempt to bake lovely muffins, run a soothing bath, have a fag outside AND start creating this entry, I have just flooded the bathroom floor. So you can bet I have no idea when to take the muffins out. Still, the house smells nice.
Keeper? They’re not about to win any rosettes in the Castlemaine State Fair, are they? So no.
Hey man, now you're really living 