Because One is an Oeuf...

So, here I am, abandoned at home while the Husband lords it up in Portugal with his chum. Curses. As Noodles pointed out, my hamster is not a great conversationalist, more of a listener I suppose.

Anyway, 6 days of quiet in the Pit; me assuming the position on the sofa and enjoying back to back telly crap - what could be better? Still obviously cooking enough to feed two - even though this nibs would not have appreciated last night's effort due to a distinct lack of meat.

The whole kitchen smells like pickling vinegar, due to an egg/ jar seal accident on Sunday. However, the eggs were saved and are festering away in the cupboard gradually looking more and more black and evil - mm mmm mmmm. I know I will have to leave them at least a month (Christmas goodies!) but everytime I open the cupboard I have to fight the urge to just nick one. Which would turn into two. Shortly followed by the rest of the jar.

Two dozed pickled eggs later, I think I would need to get used to being lonely for a very long time.