My cupcakes only travelled as so far as the kitchen bin, as they were a complete failure. I blamethe new routine. I may be awake, but functioning is a whole other matter. But, fret not, AG saved the day with no just one type of cake - but two. The apple-streusel muffin was my favourite.

Lucky me who has two sitting muffins on my desk for breakfast tomorrow!

Janani is what I call cheap and cheerful. Expect your food to come in no particular order, expect to receive something you didn’t see on the menu, but also expect food which reminds you of home, or at least the home of a good Sri Lankan friend. Last night, The Boy and I visited Janani in the quest for a super hot curry to get rid of a cold, and also entice my taste buds into existence. We found the plastic tablecloths and second hand office chairs missing, and found sleek faux walnut wooden tables and chairs reminiscent of an Ikea catalogue - all in an newly organised space. The sauce bottles sitting in plastic trays have vanished, and in their position were sleek jugs holding chilled water, as well as thicker quality paper napkin sand shiny cutlery in tall steel canisters - all matching. It looks like the owners are answering to the gentrification of Homebush, and possibly more hungry Sydney siders on the look out for a good curry and mango lassi.

I say, hurry and visit before prices go up (I am pretty sure they already have) and before it’s filled with the hipsters.