Time flies

I'm constantly amazed at how quickly the days are slipping away. It's six weeks since I left work and it feels like only six days. I enjoyed my job and was rarely a clock watcher (except on days when I was very hungover) but the quickening of time is a common theme amongst other unemployed friends I've spoken to, even if we're not lying in until noon, just having that structure taken away seems to stretch out the day.

If I was spending all day in bed I might understand it, but I'm not. I might still be in my PJs at 3pm but I've been at my computer since 9, and have barely had time to even glance at TMZ!

I've always craved a life where I can do what I like and answer to nobody, but I'm only just learning to live with the reality of life without an obvious routine. And ironically the only way to live with it is to create your own routine.

Going bananas

Banana bread has always been a baking fail for me. Last time I attempted it I didn't grease the tin - yes, yes I know, but it's the dullest part of baking - I always used to get my mum to do it when I was a young baker, ha! Inevitably the bread wasn't budging when it came out the oven, so it was less a loaf of bread and more a piles of crumbs.

Lesson learnt, this time I dutifully greased and lined. But I wasn't out of the woods yet; I was all pinny-ed up with the oven on and butter measure out, when I realised I didn't have all the ingredients I needed.

The Arsenal/Spurs match meant that I was a prisoner in my own flat until the footie fans had passed out somewhere around 6pm, so I had to do a bit of tweaking on the recipe front.

Despite being up against, the result was my best effort yet. It even looked like a loaf this time and tasted so good I scoffed half of it in front of Come Dine With Me. The pub opposite was so impressed with my banana bread victory that they put on a firework display as a tribute. Or was that something to do with Halloween and Arsenal's victory? Nah, it was definitely the bread.