Mojito pannacotta's

I spent most of my day regretting drinking the Havana 25yr old rum and the rest fucking until sore. The evening before a blur of images yet to be deciphered and the persistent smell beneath my fingernails, in my hair and stained on my sheet a flashback worthy of exploring.
It is a few days before my birthday and although walking a fine line it is a brighter shade of grey with momentary explosions of sun. It's a strange time and place. Somewhere between nowhere and anywhere. Once again a bubble existence surrounded by punting and picnics yet shallow and transparent to the point of glass. The scars ae healing but the stitches resemble a stevie wonder hatchet job. There is still a long way to go. Mojito pannacotta's and foie gras ballontines capture the tastebuds and gorging on new season asparagus, jersey royal potatoes and cromer crab helps just a little capture all and every reason why i still do this shit.