cooking

it will come as no surprise to many of you that i don't cook.
i am a dab hand with the microwave when i can be arsed, but cook not really me.
(i have been known to do the washing up when a meal has been cooked for me, so i can be a nice polite guest.)

i am working late and i am dreaming of food as i have nothing but chocolates (and lots of them) to eat in the office.
i am contemplating which takeaway to visit.
except now i am assailed by the smells of cooking.

the office next door is being rebuilt and turned into one of those "colleges" that take a lot of money of you and provide you with a dodgy bit of paper, but helps young europeans stay in the country longer as they are "students".

but i have to say the smell is not an attractive one.
it is putting me off my chocolates (a tin of roses if you must know).
whatever it is they are making it smells like a cross between a dead tramps socks, brussel sprouts and 3 day old baby pooh. not nice.
not only has it singed my nose hairs, but my eyes are watering.

how i suffer for work.

maybe i will pass on that takeaway tonight.