IkoStar

It’s been an on-going calamity at Taylor Towers this evening. The folks have gone down south to buy a car, and have left me to fend for myself etc. There’s nothing to eat… which is to say there are two massive fridges and a (full) walk-in larder etc… loads of stuff that’s probably supposed to be food - but it hasn’t been processed properly. It’s all too complicated. What are you supposed to do? Everything’s in bulk. Nothing’s in the proper packages.

They left me instructions etc but it’s all too confusing and high-tech, and now I’ve set the smoke alarms off and the cat’s done a runner.

So I’m sitting here trying to eat raw pot-noodle - which isn’t as bad as you might think actually.