I just made a wicked tomato pasta sauce using some of our tomato glut. The secret ingredient?  I was short of tomato paste, so I substituted harissa paste ... well, it was red. I'm going to freeze the sauce, but I'd better give it an 'X' 'rating ... not suitable for kids.

 

It's persisting down with rain here. Last night was stunningly calm, but I sensed the first autumnal nip in the air. To cheer us up, here's a picture of a bird on a wire. I took it on the West Wittering Estate.

 

The Discernment of Evie (aged 5):

"The Spotted Cow is my favourite pub"

The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset

Possibly the greatest pop song ever ...

... perhaps I am biased ... as a child, between 1964 and 1968, I lived in a pub called the Halfway House (now the Stage Door) in Webber Street SE1, within a stone's throw of Waterloo Station ...

The Stage Door, Webber Street SE1: In Samuel Pepys’ diary of 1665, he mentions drinking at a ‘Half-the-Way’ inn.  The tavern was probably the Halfway House, positioned exactly halfway between London Bridge and the Westminster crossing at Stangate.  The Halfway House lasted until 1985 when it was remodelled and renamed The Stage Door, presumably because of the neighbouring Old Vic theatre.

I found the above in a South Bank walking guide.  It's nice to think that I lived in one of Pepys's watering holes, but it definitely ain't halfway between London Bridge and Stangate.

NEVER imagine that your life is a film ... you are not an actor and no-one is filming you ...

‎... unless you're in a shopping centre

Today's semantical gripe: it's "working AT home", not "working FROM home", okay?

"Your Amazon.co.uk order has dispatched". 

No it hasn't, it has BEEN dispatched.