Domestic

I went to do a bit of shopping this afternoon, and stopped off at Poppies Fish and Chip shop in the east end for a poor sad fish dinner for one.
Rufus Sewell walked in and I blushed so deeply that I fused all the lights in the building.
He walked out again and I don't blame him.
On a more practical note, I made a raspberry cake yesterday by scraping the ingredients off the pages of the cookery book and just adding raspberries. Nine-tenths of it has been eaten already.