Salt and corrosion

You should see my pantry. In fact, you can see my pantry. ( Look at it! )

It's like a neat person lives here. So that's what I've been doing today, obviously, tidying that up and putting foodstuffs into neat rows. And now I feel, as my mother likes to say when she's done something particularly good, more righteous than holy. Which is a saying that doesn't make sense, I always think, when given too much consideration, but there you go.

Also, I've just seen an advertisement for, er, some product I didn't actually take note of, in which a woman somehow entered her own intestines (which were, interestingly enough, wood panelled and painted in pastel colours) and flirted with two hunky fibre-men she found doing some gardening there. That's, um, unusual.