While making a quick sandwich ready for tomorrows train journey home, I thought it would make things easier if I put my knife under the tap to help spread my butter more easier.
Anyway, I received a text from my sister and balanced the knife on an upside down colander in the sink so it could stay under the tap, gradually getting hotter. Once my reply was finally sent, I turned the tap off and went to pick up the knife but burned my hand and then subsequently stabbed myself in the same hand while I tried to catch the knife that I had just thrown in the air.
It might be time to go to bed, I’m probably tired.
Note: the image here is a recreation straight after I finished making my sandwiches… only to result in me further burning my hand and repeating the entire thing after I took the photo.
The air above me is busy, with planes and helicopters flying over and of course, the setting sun to me left, blinding any turn of the head towards Blackfriars Bridge.
It felt like Christmas all over, as I sliced and diced a Turkey breast. As my usual cooking methods go, it wasn’t a standard roast or ‘pop in the oven’ job. Instead, a heavy use of spices and all sorts was added to the mix. I firstly marinated the meat in some sort of powdery thing that said “this will make any meat spicy” so, pretty self explanatory really. With some chips, coated in chilli powder, the Turkey then went into the oven for enough time for me to feel hungry. 

