Cheques Out And Maybe Inwards?

Why do my titles always end up sounding like a Times crossword clue? Its not like something I can ever attempt to get. Backwards? We hear...
See? I don't get it. Anyways, right. I aim to be more on the regular with this feature now considering my pronounced distance from many places and having got all the furniture in suitable places in Norwich. The living room actually looks tidy.
New objectives ahoy. I am drawing something. On a piece of paper. I hope that other things will join it. All I need to do now is to continue in the same vein for a while, or ratehr, long enough not to looose interest in what I'm doing. To stick with something. Anyway.
Dissapointment of the week was a chinese takeaway. The slightly bluer one of the two which inhabit the Unthank road strip. Its been cleaned up, maybe changed hands. Now I'm always inf avour of the cleaning of a place which purveys food, but the standards have plummeted. The standards, which I calculate, by use of my yard stick for Chinese food: The cantonses style sweet n sour chicken. This product should be in more monosodium glutomate than is necessary, radioactive orange, but with a chewy crunchy coating and various vegetables in the sauce. Pineapple, tomatoe pieces, onion and pepper are all accepted. Unfortunately, they are now dishing out a soggy half brother of the hated chicken balls-the bastard uncle to cantonese style. Complicated isn't it?
So anyway, I need to move to takeaway pastures new.