And when you've done the house, start again. I just threw out two bottles of olive oil marked best before 2004. WHAT.
Today I have been enjoying being older, eating like a piglet (1. Toast. 2. Butter. 3. Tabasco. 4. Strong cheese. 5. Black pepper. 6. Heat. 7. Yum. Next time I include the Worcestershire sauce.) and playing with Freda, who can't understand "forty-four" and thinks I am four. We Skyped to her grandparents, upon which I discovered my netbook's microphone is now not working, despite my workaround with the excellent new shitty speakers arkady got me (per Rocknerd post above).
Freda gave me ( a card, which she signed herself! )
I also spent far too much time cutting stuff out of her CBeebies craft magazine with plastic scissors that kept breaking. It appears that in forty-four years, I have in fact failed to learn how to work machinery only as complicated as scissors. Here's Freda in a ( silly cardboard hat. )
Dinner tonight involves steak, mushrooms, chips, a chocolate cake for dessert and copious beers. Here's to domesticity.Update: Banana beer is bizarre. It makes Belgian fruit beer seem normal.