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And I've managed to find the little briefcasey type thing that I haven't used in 15 years so I can put stuff in that instead of a carrier bag when I go to Cardiff tomorrow.
It might look a little more impressive than a Morrisons carrier, if not by much.
A friend of mine who did management consultancy stuff used to make a point of taking documents and such in an old carrier bag when he attended meetings at swanky places like the Cabinet Office, the MOD, Rolls Royce Aerospace, and what have you. He reckoned, with some justification, that the contrast between that and his expensive Italian suit, fancy watch, etc. caused enough confusion in the minds of his opponents to give him a psychological advantage in negotiations
Gales here, so I took advantage of the wind to burn some tulipe in the incinerator.
It went very well for a while but it's gone out now.
In other other news, the thing that tulips outside the living room window has shat once more despite the vast quantity (an entire fecking bottle) of cat repellent.
So much for that.
<hiatus due to knock on door>
Well that's the Fiat Seicento sold for £50 to the chap up the road who has 17 year old twin boys.
I did point out it's fecked & not in a good way, but we eventually got the fecker going and they seem pleased enough.
A new battery & exhaust are the first things on the list, with fixing the handbrake lever the next priority.
All I have to do now is find the documentation which is very likely to be easier said than done.
The question being which particular pile of crap does it live in.
Used a duster to clean 15 years of accumulated crap of the little briefcase thingie.
It's an M&S briefcase thingie that was sufficiently convincing that I thought it was leather rather than the plastic that it really is.
Within lay a 15 year old CV, part of an old argos leaflet from 2002 with a thing I worked on up in Rugby reduced to £39.99 from its original £79.99.
I'd have thunk that £19.99 would have been closer to the mark but there you go.
Have I mentioned the gales?
Stone me it's a bit windy out there now.
Everything is creaking intermittently as the gusts pass.
Once it was finally ready, tea was chicken in a kind of tomatoey Cajun sauce, with potato wedges roasted in duck fat. Not too bad really
I had a chicken carcass left over from last week, and there was another one taking up space in the fridge which I require for other purposes. I've got lots of soup in there so didn't want to make any more of that. So I bunged both carcasses in the cyber pressure cooker InstantPot™ with some veg and herbs and water, and gave them about half an hour at high pressure. They were standing up to both fit in at the start, but after that they were falling apart, so I pressed the bits of disintegrating skeleton down into the liquor and gave them another ten minutes just to extract the maximum value. Once strained, this left me with a nicely concentrated and flavoured stock, which I then used as the basis for the sauce
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