Opera, sewage systems, birthday party people and 17th century virgins

One of my favourite bloggers, Dooce, wrote that it isn’t interesting to write about what you had for lunch. Or actually one of her friends wrote it. But I beg to differ. Today I’m having a roastbeef sandwhich with some kind of butter-tasting cream innit, too little lettuce (but I see that I biologically get […]