316 [snack attack]

Tonight, I looked at a potato and thought, 'ooh, crisps'. [The eyes were looking at me]. Three attempts later, I had a pile of burnt slices of potato, and a bowl of about ten crisps. It would appear that Mr Walker, Mr Smith and Mr... eh, Wonder, are quite good at what they do.

The few crisps that did work out well, tasted pretty good. But it really wasn't worth the effort and the mess.

Today at work, the opera visited - La bohème. Very random to walk down the corridor and hear someone warbling in the cafè area. Weirder still to hear colleagues warbling away with their versions! :)