2004-08-26..2:57 p.m.

I was just accused of nicking S�s avocado from the Plum office after work yesterday. Wrongfully, I proclaim, for I had no office food yesterday but the necturine M said was mine (MINE! ALL MINE! MWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) and the scraps I managed to steal from his plate. My only supper last night was a granola bar and an apple, two cups of very strong coffee two glasses of wine and a whole whack of cigarettes. Reading that I sound like the most unhealthy slobmunsch ever, but I just realised I also had a piece of M-prepared Wensleydale (not Stilton as posted last night) with Cranberry on toast, so ha!

I was looking for links about Wensleydale and quite bizarrely found this, of which I�m currently undecided. However, if you were interested in the history of this creamy cheese, I would go here.

I�ve been unable to think of anything but food all day. Not just any food, specifically supper. The menu has been planned since about half9 and so now I�m just gidding on the spot. And lest you think it won't involve black beans, think again pumpkins! Because tonight it is all black beans all the way. Yum. Throw a little corn on the cob, some homemade bruschetta and toss those beans atop a heaping pile of freshly steamed spinach, is what I�m talking about. So what�d you say? I'll get the tomatoes, you get the spinach and we've got ourselves a par-tay!

Flatmate Emma is back from her holidays. She has called a housemeeting for tonight. I do not wish to partake.

****meep