PLAYING WITH CHEESES.

The time now is 4 hours after midnight. T'will be soon before I have to ride forth ere the sun rises, to meet my beloved princess for a day out at the isle of Sentosa.

As my Berocca effervesceth in my drinking-flask, I sit back and enjoy a brief repose from the horrors just past. Indeed, I have just spent the greater part of the night trying to make some special food that my princess might enjoy. Nary a hint did I drop as to what it might be, only that it involved the following ingredient:

Parmesan Cheese

Though she was loving and supportive in her royal ways, I did not take her counsel, that was, to call her brother if I encountered any difficulty. Forsooth, I would seek help if I deemed necessary; however it is a thing again to endure a lady suggesting, indeed, that I should.

Seek help I did, eventually, but from the royal brother not; t'was against my will for the beloved to gain any insight by listening to the conversation by phone. Instead, I sought counsel from some other friends, foremost among them Elim, the Wise Lady of the Cell.

Thus I laboured long and hard, and at last managed to finish my task, guided by the wisdom of the Lady. I suffered but one burn in the process; a minor inconvenience, thankfully, and nothing more. By which time the precious victuals are done and ready to serve a willing heart (and stomach).

And left some for my sister's breakfast in the morn, too.

[N.B. The author has been reading much Lord of the Rings lately.]