Night life.

We get some pretty spectacular views of the steelworks from our new house. At first I thought it might be a bit oppressive, but actually, it's just gorgeous. And it's not even noisy or even one bit stinky. I am becoming quite fond of it.

Bread Winner.

Honey.

Rice.

Milk, yeast, seeds.

 Flour.

Rest.

  Grow (the Godzilla phase).

 Voila!

And for my next trick...

Today I am going to make bread. It is ridiculous that someone as bread dependent and food obsessed as myself cannot produce their own bread. Really. So, I'm going to brave the unpredictability of yeast and attempt to conquer the hitherto unexplored realm of homemade bread. I may even wear an apron and a pair of birkenstock sandals whilst I do so. If only I had enough hair to plait and a goat in my kitchen - then I would feel authentically rustic.

Stay tuned for results.