I went shopping today, which is an exhausting occupation when the item in question (in this case a wok) is hard to track down. Actually, there is a plethora of woks around, but few of them have lids or non-stick coatings. I also tried (successfully) to find one without the words 'Ken Hom' (and the accompanying additional expense), eventually tracking one of the right type in Debenhams. Having bought this, plus a wok cookbook and some food, I obtained a new dressing gown. As I staggered out of the shop, it began to rain. I got the bus home.   In an attempt to free ourselves from the ensnaring tentacles of curry, we had lemon chicken and egg noodles, cooked using my new wok and cookbook.   Chris had been wittering on about going to see Spiceworld, the Spice Girl movie. I, on the other hand, wasn't over-eager to go, since I can't say I like the Spice Girls (or rather, I don't like their music - they themselves are lovely young ladies). Eventually I agreed to go, on the principle that if the worst came to the worst I could stick my fingers in my ears and just admire the view. In fact, the film wasn't bad (it was very funny at times, to be truthful). It was saved by excellent performances (Spice Girls excepted) and some well observed parodies (especially of the Spice Girls themselves, which was fortunate since it would have been dreadful if they'd taken themselves seriously). Still, pleasant dreams.
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