just wanted to announce how great the clocks going back is for me... now, you may think that it is great for everyone, since we all appreciate an extra hour in bed, but noooo... for me the benefit is far greater.

Since I am fasting, I break my fast at sunset. Due to the clock-changey thing I can now break my fast one whole hour earlier every day. This means I can have a cup of tea at my desk here at my place of employment.  Djoo-no, I have not had a cup of tea in about two weeks (well i had one at home last night, but other than that) i am looking forward to what may well be the greatest cup of tea there ever was, real or in legend.

so y'see, for me the joys of that extra hour will stay with me for another fortnight

In other news, I made the best darned sticky toffee pudding ever. Well, first attempt at the sauce was a bit of a disaster since I overcooked the sugar and it ended up being toffee sauce with crunchy bits, but even toffee sauce with crunchy bits is pretty nice (lovely landlord seemed to think so)

To celebrate the earlier sunset time and my sticky toffee success, I have brought in one exemplar of ST Pudding (with a tub of ST sauce) with which to break my fast.

I'm going to be on a sugar high and bouncing off the ceiling in about half an hour,  *dons crash helmet* i can't wait!

I don't quite know what to make of this, but i am beginning to question the kind of area i live in.

I walk to work most mornings (i'll catch the bus only if I'm late and have enough loose change in my pocket to afford a bus ticket). It's quite a nice walk, especially with all those soggy autumn leaves to kick about (not grown up much, me).

About halfway along my usual route, i go through a lovely park with winding paths and bobbing squirrells, exhuberant dogs and kiddies jumping into puddles. It's a nice walk and I love it. Lots of interesting things to see.

-ooh, a cute kiddie splishing about in a muddy puddle in his new shoes.

-an over excited puppy chasing a squirrel up a tree

-softest dew caught on a spider's web

- soggy pair of underpants on the path

-delicate moss on the park bench

- a thong in the grass

-a pair of jeans by the kerb.

All in all I spotted two pair of underpants and a pair of jeans, within about a mile of each other. Now it might have been one heck of  an evening for whoever owns these, but surely you'd remember going home without your jeans on?!

Nothing of interest happened today. Please check back when my life becomes more intersting...