This morning’s sandwich was a hit. Charlotte loved it, and it nearly made a couple of my twitter friends eat tomato sauce on bread. That’s pretty good going.

Having enjoyed the sense of creation, I was given a cookery lesson by my beautiful and talented wife this afternoon/evening. I made homemade, stuffed-crust pizza and two melt-in-the-middle chocolate puddings (TBE[aten]).

The pizza turned out awesome. I made the dough (with a lot of help, dough is kinda a pain in the ass) and the sauce and then chopped some cheese and put it all together. Seriously love pizza, and making it at home beats any restaurant; even if you’re a big cooking moron like me.

Things like this don’t last long here.

Every day, he sleeps using my effects pedals as a pillow. It doesn’t look comfortable.

Charlotte makes the best pizza.

Not posted any photos for a while. Largely because I haven’t taken any. That’s got to be the connection.

It’s been a thoroughly difficult week. My new week’s resolution is to get more sleep, write some of my framework and read some C++ book.

So, it hasn’t been a very birthday-y birthday. I tidied the flat, I went to ASDA, I drove 120 miles to my parents’ house and I went out for a couple of drinks with Jake and Charlotte. I don’t really do birthdays anyway so I’m not particularly bothered by the lack of fanfare.

The photo is my birthday cake, except I’m not a huge fan of cake. I am, however, a huge fan of pizza so it’s a pizza. We also didn’t have any candles so I got 23 matches. We didn’t light the matches because we wanted to actually eat the pizza. There was 2 pizzas. I ate one of them. I can now say that I ate a whole birthday cake.

I am 23 today.

(I promise to take better photos when my life isn’t so unpredictable. For me, it’s enough that I’m actually using my camera. That was the point of this exercise)