Two hearts

Two hearts are better than one. Surely?

Spurred on by the autumnal chill, I have spent the day finishing odd paint jobs and doing the twice yearly house clean. The hearts are part of my favourite piece of furniture, I call it the mobile pantry. A tall rectangle of narrow shelves that hold all manner of spices, oils etc - all the stuff you want in arms reach. With more shelves inside where I store bulky staples. Entirely compensates for the relatively meagre storage in my kitchen.

All those bottles and jars don't half collect a lot of dirt and grease in six months. Clean now.

I have a date with a beer, a bowl of garlic pasta and Holly Hunter in Jane Campion's enthralling 'Top of the Lake.' Laters.