Characterless? Moi?

Back from my week away in Scotland and the Lake District with mrs househusbandnot, relaxed and deeply in need of some fresh food. Scottish food remains entirely flavourless and pointless - and possibly dangerous judging by a sign we saw in the window of one Edinburgh restaurant: 'Cook Wanted. Experience Of Handling Fresh Food An Asset'. They don't even do normal stuff like bread or coffee in an acceptable way. (Majority of Scottish people also appear undercooked and looking like they were mad with the wrong - or old - ingredients.)

Just as bad in the Lake District where we went for a long walk around Lake Buttermere and retired to local pub for the worst meal that anyone has ever had ever. Holiday diet consisted mainly of pickled onion flavoured crisps and diet coke, and Scotch once we got over the border into Scotland.

Am back from holiday full of thoughts and resolutions and stuff, but a little hesitant back in the blocks with househusbandnot. Will get back into stride in the next few days. (While we were away, I hooked up with a close friend who is a real writer. She told me she thought househusbandnot could be A LOT better and didn't really sound enough like me, so looking to raise the stakes in future posts. She says I need more characters too.)

Incidentally, a first post from my sister at housewifenot. should you be feeling a little short-changed by househusbandnot's somewhat muted return.

Will be back tomorrow with clearer thoughts and maybe some characters.