The Fabulounge

Day Nine of FebFast

Grumpiness abounded last night, but I think that was more to do with having scrubbed the house from top to bottom, then slaved over dinner for about two hours making little balls of risotto, and the closest I got to a compliment or comment was "there's too much mayonnaise." (I serve my mozzarella-centred, crumbed and fried risotto balls with a pesto mayo - never mind I made the pesto from scratch!)

Anyway, got to sleep fine, and no nasty dreams!

Day Eight of FebFast

Dreams again. Not delicious pie dreams, these were full-on nightmares.

Day Seven of FebFast

I dreamed about a pie. I woke up on day 7 of FebFast dreaming of flaky, sauce-drenched pastry and rich meaty gravy. It was a square pie, the kind they sell downstairs at Gusto in the Clarendon Centre where I work. Am I craving pies because I'm no longer drunkenly wandering into convenience stores like 7-11 or the Quix and pushing lukewarm, dried out pies into my face? Perhaps.

Day Six of FebFast

The gig last night was fun. Not just for me, but the audience sounded like they were enjoying themselves as well (how could they not - Toby Sullivan, Hannah Gadsby, Anthony Menchetti and Wes Snelling as Tina del Twiste - it's a spectacular lineup).

Day Five of FebFast

After a huge day of meetings, workshops and other nonsense, I got home at 3pm and crashed out. Woke up in time for pizza but most of last night is a blur. Not even sure what I watched on tv! So, my normal beery cravings were obliterated with tiredness.