I made courgette pasta (I don't know what to call it) for lunch but seems no one owns a frying pan in this place it ended up more like stewed courgette strands. Healthy start to the day though.

Work was work. A lady was in assessing things. Thankfully she didn't have a go at me for anything which I think is an achievement. I served someone famous. I think he's in notting hill but the more I think about it the less convinced I am... and the less enthusiastic I am about the whole thing.

I got home and got into bed which was were I stayed. I couldn't even be bothered to move to get a blip. Meh.