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750g is not the same as 75g. If only I knew that before I’d spent half an hour finely dicing almost a kilo of the stuff, then stirring it into my finely sliced leek, carrot and pepper. And then putting it in the pan. Fortunately I did some careful holding of the loaf tin beside the pan overflowing with vegetables before stirring in the lentils and split peas, which had already had 40 minutes in another pan, and diagnosed the problem.

It took even longer to try and separate 675g of fennel from the mess in the pan, but I think I got away with it. Mum and Andrew came around for lunch, and the whole non-meat loaf was eaten in one sitting, plus salad and then syrup sponge for putting.

They were around to pick up Paul and my clothes for Sal’s wedding on Thursday. I can’t believe come around so quickly. It seems like only three or four months since she called to say Dan had asked her to marry him, but I see from looking back that it was 16th November 2003; the night we went out to celebrate her birthday at a Chinese in London.

Must remember to take the reading I have to do.

We went for a walk around the less salubrious parts of town and then came home to sort out this year’s trip. We were planning on Budapest to Athens and back, but the trains around the Adriatic are still a bit messy. The German rail site, which I always use for that kind of thing, was routing us via Moscow on a route that took 89 hours to complete.

So, it looks like it’ll be mountains instead. Budapest to Munich by way of Vienna, Salzburg and Innsbruck, hopefully doing the Budapest to Vienna bit on the hydrofoil along the Danube.

It was all going so well. Until the German rail site went down…

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