What a massive pain in the bum to cook, but, rather like crochet, if I want it in my life, I have to make it. I fried three large aubergines for what seemed like hours, and managed to burn my foot when boiling oil dropped on it. I don't recommend that. The aubergines are sat in the kitchen on a plate, with kitchen paper to absorb some of the grease, waiting for me to stop sulking, put Hattie to bed and get cooking.
I had my Pupil Progress Meeting today; my angels are doing quite well, which is good; and my boss was pleased, a new thing for me. I didn't even massage the figures that much.
This time yesterday, it was glorious. Sodding British weather.
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