Monday, Last Moving Day

Beloved is shuttling things up in the TARDIS car while Adorable packs, shifts, and chucks relevant objects. So I am pretty much stuck where I am for the day.

On the plus side, I did finally get to make an attempt at Centaur Porridge. Without cloves, because my cloves got chucked.

When I go shopping (likely tomorrow) I shall pick up some cloves, as well as apples, to try perfecting the recipe. Maybe. I made way too much this time and I doubt that others are going to want any since I burned the bum off it.

I'll see how much of it has gone when/if I get hungry enough to snag a second helping.

...still going to get cloves and ground cloves, though. I'll need them at yuletide anyway for the crimbo ginger bikkies.

And Granny Smith apples are amongst my favoured snackables. Whatevs.

Onwards with the fiction making. I have an IDEA for that which means the SIXTH work in progress that they're responsible for. But first - the daily tale.