Conrad and Time Management

Don't worry, this isn't some screed about business efficiency and ergonomics.  No, I'm just pleased that I got the Coconut Pyramids done and iced the Almond Fingers.  The former are cooling in the lounge, where darling daughter declared "Oooh!  Those look nice.  Do they need to set?'  "Yes," I replied - truthfully and also as a hands-off message.  The Almond Fingers will need slicing up tomorrow morning when the icing has set properly.

The Reason Why Cakes Sit In The Lounge

This compact Travelling Cat's fur also unzips for easy cleaning

 This is Jenny, the major conspirator of our two cats.  The skittish Beej, who looks perpetually startled, loiters top right.  A cake left to cool in the kitchen would probably get a fair bit of clawing, chewing and possibly weeing before these two decided that, nah, they didn't like it, the humans could keep it.  Plus it would end up with a delicate coating of cat hairs.

Disgraceful!
     Just done the weekly shop at Asda and they don't stock loose-leaf tea!
     This is - it's - well it's nothing short of criminal is what it is.  No loose-leaf, let alone loose-leaf Darjeeling.  Shocking!  Don't these people realise we built and maintained an empire based on consumption of loose-leaf tea?
     Come closer -

Loose-leaf Darjeeling.  Gaze upon it in wonder, dear reader.

Earlier this year I was forced into the desperate expedient of cutting corners off Darjeeling teabags and pouring the sweepings into a caddy because nobody stocked loose-leaf -
     <Mr Hand interposits here - "Conrad may rant about this for some time.  Let's move on, shall we?>

A Dead Shirt
     Yeah.  It was irrevocably disgraced with an indelible stain, so it had to die.

Behold!  The savagely slain shirt.

That's all for tonight, dear readers - Conrad is off to the pub quiz shortly.

Cheerio!