New York Addick may have had a much better claim to responsibility for recent form, but ain't nobody going to deny me the credit for the (massive) victory. I had cooked the blanquette de veau for Suzanne, we ate while watching the scores with the radio on. She took the last mouthful and commented that "yes, it was as good as cooked by my favourite grandmother Maria". At that moment BBC announced a goal at St Mary's. Need I say more.
Doesn't take much to make us happy does it?
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Looks like a bowl of Angel delight, with a bucket of KFC and some burnt brown stuff. Yeah a victory of sorts I suppose.
Wasn't the best of photos, but I was still in a state of delerium, helped by the Ricard and the red wine. It is in fact 1.8kg of veal, some fresh pasta, and the sauce (cream, white wine, leak etc). Trust me it was good. Just like the win.
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