BurbleChaz

Despite my plangent calls for an apothecary, an undertaker (or at least a vet) being ignored, I think I may yet survive the Man-Flu. Waking up to an infusion of deep, dark cofee delivered to my sickbed helped.

Eventually I coaxed my virus-shedding carcass out of the shower and into the warm, bright light of day. Then, Ikea. How many times have I broken the pledge now? Once again: I will never, ever go to Ikea again. Even if it is cheap. Or convenient. (unless Other People make me).

There was another Grand Final today. Rugby League. Brisbane versus Melbourne. The match was settled before the kick-off. Before the teams ran out onto the pitch, we were shown footage from the dressing rooms. Brisbane were using the limited space to throw balls around, run past each other and focus on positional awareness. The Melbourne players were hugging each other. 15-8 to Brisbane.

Gastronomy news: $11 buys more first-class Porterhouse steak than we need. We ate it anyway. Delicious.