Soup Season Recommenced

Dramatic fall in the temperature over the last few days (a drop of 12/13℃) and it is dreadfully precipitous this morning alas. The Delta Summer is well and truly finito mussolini.

The only benefit is that the home made soup shenanigans are back with a bang. I will be indulging in this gastric pursuit at Le Weekend.

Lunch on Saturday will most likely be Leek & Potato soup and a Hang Sambo combo.

Splendiferous.

I'll keep all you peeps updated.

In the meantime au revoir peeps.

Remember peeps, keep safe and stick to the rainbow tranny crossing, peeps.

 

Soup season? That's just salt ffs.

 

Still boiling in County Durham. Thinking about moving to Spain to cool the **** down.

 

I'm having tomato soup for lunch. I think I'll have three slices of buttery granary bread, what with me being a greedy sod and all.

 

Well, you've got to push the boat out now and then.

But just remember don't push it out too far, bad things can happen at sea.

 

Like what?

 

Getting bummed if you're the cabin boy or keelhauling.

 

Soup spilling in a swell.
Shiver me Timberlands.

 

You need grated cheddar in tomato soup. Or marmite and roasted cheese on toast.

 

“Roasted”

 

Julie does some cracking soups.

Traditional Scotch soups like Scotch broth and deep-fried variety.

On Tuesday, she made a spicy chicken ramen soup and it was just to die for.

Needless to say, I pulled my cock out and done the chopper in front of the kids in appreciation.

 

I will only have a small quantity of said homemade soup.

That's right, just a soupcon

 

After my soup, I had a rather lovely piece of chocolate cake. Yum!

See ya later.

 

I had a breakfast with a difference this morning. It came in a cardboard box with wooden cutlery, the sausage was instead small morsels of sausage meat, the eggs poached and all sat on a layer of fried onions, peppers and potatoes. Would eat again. Cons: eggs were not runny in the middle. 4/5.

 

Meals On Wheels?

 

I’m not as old as you grandad. I forgot to mention: price extortionate, person that served of non-determined sex.

 

**** off. We all know you're 58.

 

I was born in 1971, the year you had to get used to "new money". I've dug up old coins younger than you.

 

All that spastic painting by numbers has fried your brain cell ya ****ing pooftah.

 

After breakfast I visited the Sainsbury art gallery, got about ten large Bacon’s in there and two Moore’s in the sculpture park. Worth a fortune.