Old Man Sophistication...

Never let it be said that I am anything but tres sophisticated. Currently winding down the evening with Radio 2, a small glass of Talisker and my puzzle compendium...

Being A Grown Up Means...

Being a grown up means that I can have a cup of tea and half a stick of garlic bread as this time of night while watching a poor ITV lady-based murder mystery programme, and my mother isn't here to tell me that it's a silly idea just before bed. 

Dear Spider God

Please tell your spider minions to leave my flat. There has now been 3 this week. Andy and myself have had an only somewhat enjoyable time tonight dealing with your latest sentry. Granted he was slightly smaller than the last two Shelob sized efforts you have sent, but still. I thought we were passed all this? We haven't had any in so long. The conkers must have finally stopped working after all these years.

And why do they always stop above the spice rack? Do they like spices? If I pop a little jar of cardamom pods outside the back door, will that satisfy thee? It does set me on edge so. 

Yours sincerely

Kirsty Black

A Quickie Before Bed...

That sounds rude.

This is the 3rd blog I have started, once again through boredom and late night solitude. What ho! We'll see how we fare. 

So. I have decided to be a grown up. I have found this to contain a lot of administration, worrying and expense. And this is merely through the small amount of growing up I've done since departing university. So here I will most likely moan, but also record the dull things I do that make me feel like a grown up. Mainly finally cooking actual food, buying vegetables, paying council tax and listening to the radio. 

I am currently winding down before my slumber with a cup of hot chocolate. Very grown up. Though the hour of this post and the fact I am listening to Radio 1 detracts from this somewhat. I will however retire to bed with 'Dear Bill', the memoirs of Bill Deedes, ex-conservative minister and Telegraph editor. Basically a posh old man and his war-time capers. Tis wonderful.

So here is to what will hopefully be a recorded progression in my adult life. Post one done. Huzzah!