Oot the box

I cooked ratatouille for tea in the slow cooker. I didn't stay to eat it, opting instead for the dubious pleasures of an IIBA meeting in Edinburgh. My old stamping grounds of Waverley Gate even.

The session was called The Twin Sisters of Doom and was a mixture of humour, NLP and common sense. I'm never impressed when someone self describes themselves as thinking "out of the box". And I wasn't impressed.