Vacuum

I am blog deficient. Nothing whatsoever has come to mind to write about this week, though it hasn't been a particularly bad one. Rads every day seem to bring about a sort of perfidious malaise - some may call it bog idle. Every day revolves around me going into town, getting nuked and coming home - with an occasional detour around JL. The rest of the day is spent thinking about, shopping for, talking about or preparing FOOD. It is so so boring. Mum is here this week and I have delegated some of the above to her. Yesterday I made two vats of soup - one for us and one Francois-friendly. By 2pm today there was none left. There are now another two vats simmering on the hob as I write. This is all I can think about. Better leave the blog alone.