I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something funny going on. She got up to let me out for a wee this morning and then went straight back to bed. And stayed there for ages. Most unusual. I think she must have been reading her new book or something. She must have got to a really good bit because when the man from Amazon rang the doorbell she came downstairs looking what I can only describe as "all flustered". I knew that it must have been a really good bit when she went straight back up to bed again. At 8.45 in the morning! That's nearly lunchtime. I find it difficult to comprehend that anything written by Nigel Slater can be that absorbing. With the grim pallor of death still hanging over the house too, it shows a certain lack of respect for poor Mrs Snow I'm sure you'll agree. Pooh count: just the 2, in my own personal anally retentive tribute to the dearly departed.
Create a password..... cabbage Sorry, the password must be more than 8 characters.... boiled cabbage Sorry, the password must contain 1 numerical character. 1 boiled cabbage Sorry, the password cannot have blank spaces. 50fuckingboiledcabbages Sorry, the password must contain at least one upper case character. 50FUCKINGboiledcabbages Sorry, the password cannot use more than one upper case character consecutively. 50FuckingBoiledCabbagesShovedUpYourArse,IfYouDon'tGiveMeAccessImmediatelyYouTwats Sorry, the password cannot contain punctuation. NowIAmGettingReallyPissedOff50FuckingBoiledCabbagesShovedUpYourArseIfYou DontGiveMeAccessImmediatelyYouTwats Sorry, that password is already in use! See Fucking phone calls too