No run today after all. That twinge in my knee was muttering to me all morning, and I thought it best not to risk it.
Now then, I know what you’re thinking, and it’s just not true. It was bitterly disappointing not to have another out-of-body, out-of-mind potter round my deep-frozen lunchbreak. In any case, I made up for it this evening by doing 40 minutes on the little-used exercise-bike, transfixed by the sight of Gary Rhodes’ cooking as I did so. I must have put on a couple of pounds just watching that programme.
I’ve rediscovered the kitchen in the last couple of weeks, partly because food becomes much more interesting when you’re trying to avoid it, and partly because I recently bought a cut-price Bamix on eBay, so I’ve been making smoothies and soups and anything else that’s the result of smashing perfectly good food to a pulp. Not unhealthy, and easy to fool yourself into thinking that you’re being terribly creative. Well, we can’t all be a Raymond Blanc or an Ian Painter.
The Bamix is usually around £90, but I found someone selling brand-new ones for £30 each. I was convinced there’d be something wrong with it, but no, seemingly not.
But if I’m reduced to discussing bargain kitchen appliances, it must be time for bed.
Good night.
