Luxury pudding

This is a bit of an emergency blip (actually, a lot). As I cycled down the hill following afterwork drinks with a colleague, I realised I had no blip. I did stop by the entrance to the St James Centre and take a nighttime picture, but in fact the delicious pudding produced by Mr A to follow a first course of venison steak and chips got the nod as my daily photo. Quite self indulgent, of course, and we don't have puddings very often, but Mr A has been polishing an excellent desert of roasted plums (with clotted cream) and I have been happy to help him with his practice.

Happy to have staggered a bit closer to the end of a very busy week with incessant talking (not my favourite type of week - I prefer a fair modicum of silence) and what has turned into a rather ridiculous month. I hope that November will be better, but I fear it will not be. More actual and potential problems / issues presented themselves on Thursday. I guess I just need to keep plodding through my to do list.