I’m not even the slightest bit bothered by religion, but when it comes to Shrove Tuesday, it’s pancake time – I love them.

They’re easy to make, and easy to eat. Syrup or lemon juice, I don’t care.

However, I did go a bit over the top last night – I wasn’t overly well this morning. Bleurgh. But, it’s pancakes all the way next year!

Thanks, Jesus – this lent thing is brilliant, because I get to stuff myself on yumminess.

Pile of pancakes.

Pancakes. Made by me.


It keeps snowing.

I hate snow. It’s slippery, cold, white muck. It makes my life difficult. It makes the roads tricky, it increases the traffic, it means my bin doesn’t get emptied for 4 weeks. It’s rubbish. People tell me how amazing it looks, and how kids love it, but these people usually don’t have to go to work, or go out, or do anything of importance. So they’re wrong.

When I win the lottery, I’m moving somewhere without snow. Like Spain. Or Morocco. Or The Moon. Anywhere that doesn’t have this white, fluffy, hell-from-the-sky annoying me and causing me unnecessary inconvenience, in fact. Then I can be annoyed by something else, like the Sun, for example.