20th May, 2022.
To paraphrase Orwell?
Even as I write, vegetables are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
That could make more sense, couldn’t it?
What I actually mean? Is simply that — at the moment — I’m cooking dinner.
Chips are doing, vegetables boiling, fish is gently grilling.
Once I’ve done that, I’ll be watching episode nine of Star Trek Discovery’s fourth series: and letting you know what I though, by tomorrow night.
Right now?
I’m going to put food on plates.
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