@PuzzleSmith Have downloaded your Lazy Dog app (great name) and very much enjoying the challenge. Thanks for making it!

“Buttery soft” as a fabric description never attracts me as all I can think about is oily stains on my clothes.

Lunch yesterday with friends who became a gang at uni so, tho I’ve been mates with some for nearly 30 years, I still feel like an interloper (but not because they make me feel that way). Anyway. At the end of the meal I said I’d pay for the bottle of Prosecco that three of us shared as I drank most of it. Later in the arvo, my mate Chestnutt sends me some $$. She’d made one of the Prosecco drinkers cough up for her share. “I am a petty bitch with MA. But nobody buys her a drink on my watch.”

I have today off work so last night I stayed up late to finish Banana Yoshimoto’s Dead End Memories and read all of the final? (latest, I hope) volume of Helen Garner’s journals. Just fabulous. Am texting with Jessie Mo about it this morning who says it could be subtitled A Portrait of the Artist as a Self-Absorbed Prick. Meaning Murray Bail, obvs, and not our beloved Helen.

One of the nephews just popped round for vanilla ice cream and milo, which was a delightful little interlude for the evening.

I thought I was satisfied with one piece of bread with raspberry jam for dessert, but such are my WANTON LUSTY APPETITES, I may be driven to ravish another.

I wolfed those baked, tomatoey fuqqers right down. NO REGERTZ.

I am amassing my forces to make baked beans on toast for DIN DINS. It’s eight minutes until The Cat’s dinner time. I shall clean his bowls while he sings me a maudlin song of starvation and despair.

Also, I think I have an infected finger. Yummy.