Post festival leisure week (cont.)

The last of yesterday's home-made bread (another batch is on), home-made mackerel pate (screw you Waitrose), fresh double espresso out the machine, not Nero's and a browse of Jamie for ideas for tonight's dinner for this self-employed media git. I've never felt so middle class.

Now, if I can just work out how to eat and pay rent with no money, life would be pretty sweet.