Owwww

Legs have seized up, in their traditional manner. The blisters are making their comeback too. Pain, pain, and a bit more pain. 16 mins jogging + 8 at a very slow pace back.

Got a message on the answerphone - my driving instructor appears to have mis-heard the message I left him at the weekend and has cancelled today's. :thwacks head against desk:

lunch and cookery

or rather, scrambled eggs. Lunch today was known as the 'oh shit, what is there to eat' scramble around the fridge and bread bin. Ready to bake ciabatta in the oven, no problem. Fridge - unearthed eggs due to go out of date today, chorizo, vegetables and so on. Looked at the eggs, thought 'hmmmmm'. Scrambled eggs it was, with addition of chorizo and tomatoes. Now we get to the part I really don't understand. I have never made scrambled eggs in my lifetime. Omelettes yes, fried scrapings of eggs, yes, and I'm a *god* when it comes to fried food, but never scrambled eggs. I vaguely knew you had to add milk, salt and a bit of seasoning to the whisked eggs, stick them in a saucepan and stir. I managed to make perfect scrambled eggs. Admittedly, mine have thai green chilli in with them, but that's me, I'm a chilli and garlic whore. Anything that'll clear your sinuses I love to hell and back. So what I'm wondering, is how the hell do hotels keep screwing up on them? I'm a seasoned, battle-hardened eater of hotel breakfasts, buffet or otherwise, due to a childhood of international travel and the past 3 years spent being a conwhore. I can tell you precisely once within memory when I've had perfect scrambled eggs, and that was the Ramada Hotel in Bristol. Otherwise, the list is normally slightly too dry, slightly rubbery, too runny, too salty, etc, etc. It's not difficult, people.

This weird egg-related rant brought to you by me dropping the plate and glass on the patio as I walked back inside to wash up.

Sentinel mutterings

Well, aside from a total rip-off of Silence of the Lambs - red haired, smartly dressed er... forensics person (look, she's law enforcement, okay?) goes to confront murdering mental institute patient to get clues on copycat murders. They even did the bloody 'viewing both sides of a window' thing. Though admittedly he was the one orchestrating it, plus she'd suffered trauma when he almost killed her on the outside. So far, so okay. Though alyse? We had the added bonus of Perfect Paul as the administrator and psychiatrist of the hospital. Being terribly cute, a little flustered and in glasses he nicked from Season 1 Daniel. And no, he wasn't the one doing the murders as I'd expected. Plus Blair in a verrry nice suit and red shirt at the end. Yummm.

:sigh: Though one day they will stop doing the thing of 'young, fit person running in sensible shoes will of course find it impossible to outdistance the old guy who's lame in one leg. Or walking.' Please.