Me and Tom

I looked so shagged out after my bike ride into the gales this morning that Mrs Smith nearly fell down the stairs laughing at me. I had to channel the the spirit of Tom to get round but I was only fuelled up on tea and jaffa cakes.

All this was after I'd massaged maple syrup and whole grain mustard into a shoulder of pork and slid it into the over for the next seven hours, I'm looking forward to that later.

Now, back out to continue the battle with brambles and ivy in the garden.