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Eleven o'clock most Sundays I'm listening to The Archers Omnibus in bed with a huge mug of tea. On long wave, since we're in Ireland. It used to irritate me beyond measure when the crucking ficket was on instead, but now we have the inner tubes I never miss it - I don't even have to stay in bed anymore. But. I do because it's a little ritual and they're good for you.

In other news, I've been in bed all day with a chest infection - the few times I've coughed have been excruciating. Illness is not good news for the self employed :-(.

But we've just had the very best belly pork I've ever eaten - recipe perfected at last.