Not for tonight...

Not the most exciting blip, but I am tired, it's raining cats and dogs outside and I am having serious holiday withdrawal symptoms.

Funny, when on holiday you are ready to come home, and once you are home, you want to go back ?

Well, before I met Mr. M. I could not cook a sausage. Generally I do not cook, but for those that know me, I cook the best roast (cook a fabulous Christmas lunch; for 12+) and have prepared tomorrows dinner this evening.

Monday evenings are traditional here - Mr. M. goes out with the lads for a curry night - and I do completely nothing. Great eh ?