Pancakes

Perhaps I'll start with last Sat night. Pancake fillings were varied - even Ainsley Harriott couldn't muster up a decent meal from the wierd stuff I now have left in my fridge. Dead chuffed with the number of people who made it.

Managed to work out how to record a ringtone on my new funky mobile. It now tells me I've got a message by people shouting "arse" - oh the high levels of maturity at 1am.
Sent Mad a text on Sunday morning telling her to get me and Karen a cup of tea - most disgruntled to realise she's done a midnight flit and I had to make my own. so rude.