Attempting to make Leek and potato soup. Mess everywhere, and the thing just spat at me, like a New Zealand mud flat. Food? Can you just not when I'm making a concerted effort here? Thank you..

Didn't help that I'd got the door open, and someone had done some upwind muck-spreading, have to say..
Friends, I need to get out of here. Rural 'idyll' it is not.. Pew!!

I hate cooking

And viola! (sp deliberate): The 'result'..
Soup for later, casserole/stew/whatever the heck that is, for now.
Going to need the energy for the washing up. Bcos. Oh. Emgee.

I'm a good catch in other ways, honestly.. *sigh*