Why do workmen insist on starting early when they want to get more stuff done, rather than working late? Who knows.
My life is upheaved at the moment as I’m without kitchen (technically I have a kitchen, it’s just all in boxes) but the workmen seem to know what their doing and they assure me that I’ll have a functional (but not finished) kitchen by tomorrow night. If they can start work at 6:30am in the morning tomorrow. Oh well, at least they’re keen.
I’m staying out of the flat as much as possible, because the general half-finishedness of it all makes me twitchy. That means that you’ll have to wait a bit longer for the Copenhagen post.
So today, as filler, I’ll point you to the answer to one of the big questions of our time: “What cake would taste best garnished with bacon?”
You’re welcome.