Coming home, or am I getting boring?

So one good thing about going back to work is that I get to experience that uniquely warm and reassuring feeling of letting yourself in at the end of a long day, pouring a glass of wine, changing your clothes and luxuriating in how much you like your home. I'm happy tonight. Not least because yet again I've shunned the bloody cookery programmes all over the place at the moment, and have invented what turned out to be a delicious supper of ham (baked myself, mais oui), new potatoes and - innovation alert - pan fried salad. sounds grim; tastes divine. I think it's all about the dressing. So now I'm full, warm, comfortable (Maslow would be having a field day here) and about to embark on reading slash daydreaming to the tunes of the new Radiohead album, which, like everyone else I know, I think is amazing. Turns out Monday's not so bad after all.