The end of the week

I just thought I'd add that tonight I was cooking myself one of those Saturday-night-at-home dinners and the gas flint has given up working without about a thousand attempts at it that escalate in vehemence so I was striking a match to light the hotplate when the entire red end of the match flew off, all aflame, landed on my t-shirt and burnt a hole in it! I just shook my head in disbelief ...

I've just finished (well hopefully anyway) tweaking an article for the next edition of the AFES magazine Salt. I think I might go crochet my next scarflet (I feel like I am on a good thing) or continue my slow way through Bleak House.