As The Great Meatloaf Once Sang…

… like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I’ve come crawling on back to yooooooou.

My apologies for the suspicious Australian silence today, beloved readers. I woke up this morning to discover my stomach making an escape attempt from my body, and so I spent more time than I care to recall lying on the bathroom floor crying for my mother today. Whether this is related to my new found love of cooking, I cannot say. What I can say though, without any hyperbole whatsoever, is that I am dying. Please arrange for Dido to sing at my funeral.

I will try and find a few nuggets of gold for you this afternoon, but be gentle with me. If there is a god, I will be back and in typically fine alright form tomorrow morning.