We must play our lives like soldiers in the field

Yesterday, I got into a Bad Joke Contest.

( Doctor, doctor, I feel like a billiard ball... )

It was the best fish supper they had ever tasted

This evening, in between all the stuff I needed to get done, I had grilled sardines for tea. They're a bit fiddly for a hasty tea, but today seemed like a good day because my vegetarian housemate would be out. Not that she's ever complained about such things, but I do tend to feel that if I'm going to be doing serious rending of whole animals, it's more polite to try and rend quietly by myself.

( Don't click here if you don't want to read about rending fish, er, fin from fin )