Monday, cloudy Monday, and the temperature has fallen through the floor. The first day of being promoted to full cheffery. That's right, Jen's passing on the mantle of head chef to me, as she'll start working evenings from today. Cripes! Eee gad! Other traditional signs of shock and surprise that I can't think of right now! I have to learn to cook! For years I have subsisted on preparation, but now I have to actually make stuff from base ingredients. Not that I'm particularly sexist about this, forcing Jen for all this time to be the one who made meals, it's just that she's a lot better at these things than I am. She's a natural. I'm not. So we came to an agreement that I would do the easy bits, she would do all the stuff that required some level of intuition and technical ability. Now that's all gone belly up with the job thing happening. Burns unit here we come...