The kitchen is closed: night 6
I have given up eating between 11pm and 7am for Lent.
Ah, last night.
Last night we had our first meal sitting at a table at home since we met. The table we liked but was originally not in stock was delivered to us on Saturday and on Sunday we went to buy chairs (only found two folding ones so far).
But let me groan a bit about the Habitat website first.
I can put up with Flash and stuff on a website.
I can understand that they did not want to make the effort to link to their stock flow database to let you know if what you want is in your nearest shop.
I can even share their fear of spam that made them create an online form if you want to contact someone there.
On the plus side, there is a handy button that you can click to be informed when an article gets back in stock. We clicked. We entered our details. And we heard nothing from them. Fortunately Dr B. was walking past Habitat on the way home from church (read: PC World), entered, saw that it was back in stock and ordered it.
Another proof that a malfunctioning website can translate into fewer sales and ultimately bad publicity.
But back to our lovely new shiny black glass dining table, aka 'The Obelisk'. After five years of eating with a tray on my lap, yesterday I came home to a cooked meal (Dr B. had the day off work) of:
- baguette slices with cherry tomatoes, mini mozzarellas and pesto;
- baguette slices with artichoke hearts in olive oil;
- bangers and mash and red wine gravy
- asparagus with hollandaise sauce
- apple pie with creme fraiche.
We then watched The Sarah Jane Smith Adventures that was on our backlog since New Year's day (actually quite OK for children's TV - of course she has a 'sonic lipstic' - and K9 made an appearance but was reportedly stuck plugging a black hole).
By 9 I was propping open my eyes with toothpicks.
By 10 I was in bed watching Battlestar Galactica.
By 10.05 I was sleeping.
So no, I did not eat between 11pm and 7am last night either.
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