So sorry @Roseofsharon. I'm surprised about getting planning permission for the front too.
Husband and I went out leafleting this morning. I managed to put the road map rather than a leaflet in someone's mail box. Fortunately it was a box attached to a gate rather than a front door so I managed to fish it out. I then mislaid my husband who'd gone on ahead while I did a side road. I walked around for ages until I found him.
I don't intend ti do much else today.
I managed to put the road map rather than a leaflet in someone's mail box. Fortunately it was a box attached to a gate rather than a front door so I managed to fish it out.
I have at least once arrived at the supermarket and found that I had posted my shopping list into the box outside the doctors' surgery but have my prescription form in my pocket.
Another mourner of the lost garden. Next door have fenced and paved and decked and built, put in seating, barbecue, hot tub, left a meagre square of grass as the only living thing. They are never out there - unsurprisingly as they have created something with all the sensuous excitement of a parking lot.
I've been out for coffee this morning with friends and have spent part of the afternoon creating an Easter Tree, which is something I've been meaning to do for many years. Mr Nen and I are toying with the idea of going to the sunrise service at the local Anglican Church tomorrow morning. Not sure whether we'll be setting an alarm or just leaving it to the Lord to wake us up...or not...
We also have a last-minute invitation to go over and see Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling tomorrow afternoon, which is an unexpected joy as we didn't think we'd be seeing them at all over the Easter weekend.
I'm sorry about your old house too, RoS - it is upsetting when something like that happens. The last time we stayed in the house where I grew up (not long before Dad died), we were put out to find that two new houses had been built on the piece of land across the road (which had previously been a vegetable garden), and while they're not eyesores, they have blocked out the view of the sunset from my old house.
I suppose it shouldn't really matter to me as I don't live there any more, and won't ever even stay there again, but I did feel a bit cross.
It's a really rather nice afternoon here now, and I'm being a fairly productive piglet. After a nice lie-in and breakfast, I ambled along to the toy shop to get birthday pressies for Archie and Alex (whose birthdays I missed/will miss because of Scottish Voices commitments), which will be handed over tomorrow.
I'm now waiting for a couple of French sticks to finish rising, and they'll be baked forthwith. I made mushroom pâté last night, and I'll make some smoked salmon pâté later.
Supper will be a STEAK which I got from the butcher across the road while I was out.
When we moved into our house nearly 25 years ago, our back gate led directly on to farmer’s fields - my eldest son’s first word was tractor. There are now several thousand houses there, starting with a 3 story apartment block about 5 metres from our house with a large balcony (big enough for a huge wooden pagoda frame ) which overlooks our garden.
Mr Heavenly has spent the day painting my garden office a very pretty pale sage green. I have done some weeding and putting things away in said office.
Tea is watercress soup with sourdough croutons.
Something similar happened to us @Roseofsharon, so you have my sympathy. In our case I would have dug up the garden myself and taken the plants with me, had I known how it would pan out.
No one can take your special memories though, and I try to hold onto that at times when I feel bler about it!
Friends of ours bought a house which had belonged to an elderly lady who had died. Her family asked our friends not to remove their mother's favourite rose bush from the garden.
A few months later they were startled to find the family in their back garden. It was their late mother's birthday and they were cutting her favourite roses to put on her grave.
This continued for years - various family members would appear in the back garden, visiting the rose bush.
Christians of any/all denominations walk behind a wooden cross, usually to the town / village centre on Good Friday. A short service is then held, maybe outside or in a church, to remember the crucifixion of Christ.
In my town there used to be three processions from east, west and south, each following a cross, joining together in the market square. Now there is no walk, as most participants are too elderly, but the open air market square service still takes place, followed by services in the churches.
The Leicester Walk of Witness featured on TV on the local news on Good Friday this year, with a very helpful comment explaining that Christians are remembering the death of Jesus Christ. Leicester is probably the most multi-cultural city in the UK.
I like the idea of several walks of witness @puzzler, ours was just one, but there were people of all ages even if the average age was somewhere in the 70s.
A beautiful day today. I started walking to church, realised it wasn't as warm as I hoped and was resigned to being rather chilly when I got there when my neighbour stopped and offered me a lift. A very nice if slightly chaotic service, and the church was packed. A lot of people in their twenties and thirties which is encouraging though I guess a few were visiting elderly parents.
We are going on holiday tomorrow and while we're away we have having a new kitchen installed. So after lunch I did a bit of gardening followed by packing up a couple more cupboards. Only one to go now.
Enjoy your holiday and new kitchen on your return @Sarasa.
Church was well attended this morning including two families.
I was invited to lunch by a friend, plus her neighbour. Both the lunch and the conversation were most agreeable and it was a sunny walk there and back.
I’m now watching Gareth Malone’s Messiah. What an achievement for the eight singers for whom choral singing was a new experience.
Well, that's all the Easter rush done now, time to settle down and watch this years Pilgrimage on iPlayer. Epic Easter Vigil last night and I finally got confirmed into the Roman Catholic Church along with so many baptisms that it ran past the last bus and I had to Uber home. Need to plan a Jubilee pilgrimage now, and if the budget will stretch to Rome or even Walsingham.
Congratulations @Bob Two Owls . I was received into the Catholic Church at Easter 1999 at an amazing service that too ran on rather late but it was only a two minute stagger home afterwards.
Kitchen is now packed up and I've also packed for the week's holiday. The weekend we need to take towels and bedding but we'll bung those in the car at the last minute.
I was a bit "missing in action" yesterday; after church I headed out to my sister's where all the children and grandchildren were gathered for Easter fun - an Easter egg hunt and egg-rolling for the kids, and prodigious quantities of food and drink.
I didn't get home until about 10 o'clock, and promptly dozed off on the sofa, waking up at silly o'clock, but it was a lovely day in every sense - it was warm enough that we spent a good bit of it sitting in the garden.
We had a really lovely Easter Day morning yesterday - went to the sunrise service at one of our local Anglican Churches, which was very special, and then I went to the 10.30 morning service at another of the churches in the benefice, which was also very lovely in a completely different way.
In the afternoon we headed over to see Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling - the GrandNenling was on very good form and kept wanting "tuddles" with everyone .
On our return home we broke out the cheese and biscuits, snacks, wine and chocolate and thoroughly enjoyed all of that. Our meal this evening will be the roast lamb we didn't have yesterday.
Yesterday was glorious sunshine, though chilly. Today so far is overcast with showers, which are badly needed by the garden.
I had three services yesterday so didn't get a lot of anything much done other than play, drive, repeat until I got back from Evensong c 7.30pm.
During a brief lull in the afternoon I watched the small boys eating chocolate buttons for the first time. Really sweet: with new foods one will try anything, the other not so much until he sees his brother is OK with it. Well, we placed them looking at each other and waited for action. First boy tried one, looked amazed, and then picked up another and fed it to his twin - cue cynical Sid tearing-up but in a good way.
Earlier in the day they had apperently enjoyed two of the hymn, enthusiastically crooning "Yooooo" during the alleluias.
A very quiet day in Arkland the Deserted, with hardly anyone about, and no-one working on their boats...the cold, grey weather, and easterly wind, yesterday and this morning, no doubt put people off. Still, there is now some welcome Sun Shine breaking through the cloud, and the wind is a gentle westerly.
I spent most of Easter Day in my berth, feeling decidedly unwell - very tired, with aching Legs, and a general wish to be able to sleep for a week or two. Better today, though, and able to totter to the car and thence to the village Co-Op for BREAD and HAM.
During a brief lull in the afternoon I watched the small boys eating chocolate buttons for the first time. Really sweet: with new foods one will try anything, the other not so much until he sees his brother is OK with it. Well, we placed them looking at each other and waited for action. First boy tried one, looked amazed, and then picked up another and fed it to his twin - cue cynical Sid tearing-up but in a good way.
Earlier in the day they had apperently enjoyed two of the hymn, enthusiastically crooning "Yooooo" during the alleluias.
What lucky little boys. The GrandNenling has not yet (to my knowledge) been permitted to taste anything sweet apart from fruit. I am not sure how much longer this will be tenable but she's going along with it at the moment. Yesterday she was given a rice cake while the rest of us had chocolate biscuits . Here you are - this piece of polystyrene is much nicer than what we're having...
So sorry you've been feeling unwell @Bishops Finger ; not a very happy Easter Day for you. Hope you have a more enjoyable evening and feel much better very soon.
Turned Out Nice here, though with a chilly breeze.
... First boy tried one, looked amazed, and then picked up another and fed it to his twin - cue cynical Sid tearing-up but in a good way.
Aaah!
Sorry to hear you weren't feeling the best, BF - hope a good rest will have done the trick and you feel better v. soon.
I've been very lazy today apart from putting a laundry load on, which is birling happily in the tumble-dryer at the moment. Having decided on Saturday that I didn't really feel like having the steak I'd bought (and had cacio e pepe instead), I'm going to have it this evening, and it's marinating as I type.
@Puzzler I enjoyed Gareth’s programme on The Messiah too. Didn’t the blonde alto turn out to sing beautifully! As you say, they all did so well. I appreciated Gareth’s research into Handel and how he composed the work. I had a little warble along with the concert.
I’m also watching The Pilgrimage. It’s so interesting listening to the pilgrim’s discussion as they walk. Good group this time.
Indeed so, although the Barry Tourist Railway (on which, a few years ago, I saw a steam Sentinel loco) is no more. Transport for Wales has taken over most or all of that area; a lot of the other land in the area has been unrecognisably developed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxhKHi_kE2o
Thank you to all those who have commiserated with me over the destruction of the garden at our previous home - and apologies to those who have been reminded of similar experiences in their own house-moving history.
There is some considerable wisdom in the advice "never go back".
However: Over the weekend I did a "google walk" around the part of the village that I had walked regularly for years. Much has changed, some is now unrecognisable, but not painfully so. The walk takes me past the cottage we lived in prior to the property that so upset me. In contrast, that garden is much improved, with the high fence panels removed and replaced with a low picket fence, over which can be seen a well-stocked, established garden, which gave me great pleasure. Best of all was to see that the white hornbeam I planted as a sapling in 1978 is now a handsome mature tree.
That has soothed my heart somewhat.
I'm feeling pleased because I've just been swimming - first time in 3 weeks as I've had a cough and virus which has made me drag myself around with low energy levels (I suspect it was a mild dose of Covid although the test I did came out negative).
Feeling much better this morning, I hied me to Pilates, where the Torturer Put Me Through It (which, I suppose, is what she's paid for ).
I was limber enough afterwards to make an Expotition to Tess Coe, but Restage is now called for, Lunch having been eaten. It's a windy but mild, and mostly Sun-Shiny, day in Arkland the Dusty, and one of my neighbours (D) is making excellent progress on the interior woodwork of his Ark. He's fitting it out himself (he's a carpenter by profession), and is making a lovely job of the galley area - he showed me some photos. He is one of those creative people who can see an odd scrap of wood and imagine what could be done with it...
We’re on holiday walking in Shropshire and staying at Church Stretton. Walked round the town this morning before heading to the hills so a bit of culture as well as exercise.
Now time for a pre-dinner drink.
It's another bonny evening in West Lothian; the sun's streaming through the branches (now devoid of blossom, but bedecked with leaves) of the tree outside my window.
Work was sensibly busy, as befits a day after everyone's been on holiday (at least people hadn't spent the entire weekend producing Stuff For Me To Do), and I was all done just before 5.
Supper was a concoction I've been meaning to try for ages* of smoked haddock, crème fraîche and tarragon with peas and pasta, and was rather nice. Next time, I'll try to get smoked haddock that's already been skinned, as it's a faff.
* When we lived in Northern Ireland, David and I used to occasionally have an Expotition up to Derry where there was a rather good fish restaurant (sadly now no longer) that did a magic smoked haddock/cream/tarragon/pasta combo, and I've often wondered if I could replicate it. I didn't get it quite right, but another couple of tries and you never know!
We have had a splendid day - met up with a friend who is a much better photographer than I am, and who knows all the good spots locally, and together we found a pair of adders - the first I've ever seen! After that we went to Whitehaven, had a fish & chip lunch, and then on to RSPB St Bees where we saw gazillions of guillemots. Now back knackered but happy.
We are back home after an excellent long weekend visiting the Quinie and her Man. We spent a night at the Loon's in both directions. Last Saturday we went into Manchester to meet up with my brother and his family. On Sunday the Quinie's in-laws came round. Her mother-in-law had cooked me a tub of non-spicy bhajis.
Our Southern peregrination is almost over. We were rather alarmed to arrive at foie gras land station this lunchtime and see about half a dozen fire engines and ambulances out the front and firefighters milling about in full protective gear, but fortunately this dramatic spectacle turned out to only be an exercise.
We are now in the departures lounge at Toulouse and we should be back in Paris early this evening.
It's been a chilly day here with just a brief glimpse of the sunshine this afternoon. Mr Nen and I went out for a snack lunch and coffee, and he's now out for the evening and having a meal with friends. Being a domestic goddess, I prepared for myself a plate of roast dinner for this evening, from our roast lamb meal on Sunday, and will be demolishing it shortly, washed down with some leftover wine. (I know - What is this leftover wine of which you speak? )
Not a particularly good day, although all minor irritations. I was in a deep sleep when the alarm went off, so I started the day grumpy. Then Mr RoS didn't go out, as is he normally does on Wednesdays, so he sat in front of the TV all morning watching a parliamentary debate & then PMQs, which depresses me utterly, and a passing hefty shower soaked a line of nearly dry washing.
The only good thing was that the delivery van turned up with my grocery order just ahead of the scheduled time and, rather than things being missing it had brought me 4 packs of smoked salmon trimmings instead of 2,. Being chilled they couldn't be returned, so I got to keep them.
I am still trying to sort my emails-again. Long story short- I reset my email password on my laptop, but my i-phone would not accept it, so I can’t read or send emails from my phone or i-pad. In a moment I must tackle the problem all over again. This will be for the third time of asking. If anyone knows…..
My daughter has safely returned from Boston, US, where she ran the marathon in
3 h 35. She loved the city.
Meanwhile the bluebells, some pink, are out in my garden. On Saturday I hope to go on the annual bluebell walk round a nearby private estate.
I took the little chaps for their morning walk in their chariot and introduced them to the wonder that is drifts of wild garlic before coming home - me for coffee, them for a nap.
The afternoon holds the promise of ploughing my way through the ironing basket.
Mr F decided to take the car for a spin to charge up the battery, so we applied the magic box and drove to Haddington (about 15 miles). However, in the time (not that long) it took us to buy wine, chocolate and a Famous Kilmarnock Pie in Aldi, it had flattened again. More magic box and we managed home, but car clearly playing sillybuggers. It goes for its MOT next week.
Sunny but breezy and not that warm. Could do garden but that would mean getting changed. Besides the next tranche of plants are still on their way from the Netherlands.
I have a similar sort of little Magic Box, which works well - I did, however, eventually get Halford's Nice Young Man to come and fit the car with a new battery. The car is 10 years old, and the battery (he thought) was probably the original one, given the low mileage (just less than 40000).
The NYM said that a good run - 45 minutes or more - was advisable to charge the new battery up a tad, so perhaps 15 miles wasn't quite enough. Maybe your Mechanical Man could fit a new battery during the MoT? I went for a reasonably very cheapo battery, which (including the fee for the NYM coming out to Arkland to do the job) cost just under £100.
ION, yet another cold night in Arkland the Bleak has been followed by a mild and mostly Sun-Shiny afternoon, albeit with a blasted northerly wind...
Shopp Ing has been done, including a visit to a newish M&S Food Place at a local petrol station. Rather disappointing - there was nothing I fancied (not even Pilchards) - so I resorted to the village Co-Op for a couple of ready meals, some CHOCOLATE, and some BEER.
It was quite pleasant driving around Our Town in the Sun Shine, as there are many trees *all dressed in living green*, as the hymn puts it.
As Firenze said, it's still not exactly warm, but it is a bonny evening; I might amble later.
BEANS on TOAST for supper, as I really ought to go and stock up on groceries. There's a rather nice-looking recipe in the current Tessie's magazine for a sausage risotto with peas (out of which I have run), so that may be Saturday's expotition.
There's probably a couple of HCBs on the horizon, with a cup of tea.
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Yes, really sad, I'm sorry.
During the pandemic I made the mistake of using street view to visit my childhood home- it was not as it used to be....
Husband and I went out leafleting this morning. I managed to put the road map rather than a leaflet in someone's mail box. Fortunately it was a box attached to a gate rather than a front door so I managed to fish it out. I then mislaid my husband who'd gone on ahead while I did a side road. I walked around for ages until I found him.
I don't intend ti do much else today.
I've been out for coffee this morning with friends and have spent part of the afternoon creating an Easter Tree, which is something I've been meaning to do for many years. Mr Nen and I are toying with the idea of going to the sunrise service at the local Anglican Church tomorrow morning. Not sure whether we'll be setting an alarm or just leaving it to the Lord to wake us up...or not...
We also have a last-minute invitation to go over and see Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling tomorrow afternoon, which is an unexpected joy as we didn't think we'd be seeing them at all over the Easter weekend.
Stir fry for tea.
I suppose it shouldn't really matter to me as I don't live there any more, and won't ever even stay there again, but I did feel a bit cross.
It's a really rather nice afternoon here now, and I'm being a fairly productive piglet. After a nice lie-in and breakfast, I ambled along to the toy shop to get birthday pressies for Archie and Alex (whose birthdays I missed/will miss because of Scottish Voices commitments), which will be handed over tomorrow.
I'm now waiting for a couple of French sticks to finish rising, and they'll be baked forthwith. I made mushroom pâté last night, and I'll make some smoked salmon pâté later.
Supper will be a STEAK which I got from the butcher across the road while I was out.
Mr Heavenly has spent the day painting my garden office a very pretty pale sage green. I have done some weeding and putting things away in said office.
Tea is watercress soup with sourdough croutons.
No one can take your special memories though, and I try to hold onto that at times when I feel bler about it!
A few months later they were startled to find the family in their back garden. It was their late mother's birthday and they were cutting her favourite roses to put on her grave.
This continued for years - various family members would appear in the back garden, visiting the rose bush.
In my town there used to be three processions from east, west and south, each following a cross, joining together in the market square. Now there is no walk, as most participants are too elderly, but the open air market square service still takes place, followed by services in the churches.
The Leicester Walk of Witness featured on TV on the local news on Good Friday this year, with a very helpful comment explaining that Christians are remembering the death of Jesus Christ. Leicester is probably the most multi-cultural city in the UK.
A beautiful day today. I started walking to church, realised it wasn't as warm as I hoped and was resigned to being rather chilly when I got there when my neighbour stopped and offered me a lift. A very nice if slightly chaotic service, and the church was packed. A lot of people in their twenties and thirties which is encouraging though I guess a few were visiting elderly parents.
We are going on holiday tomorrow and while we're away we have having a new kitchen installed. So after lunch I did a bit of gardening followed by packing up a couple more cupboards. Only one to go now.
Church was well attended this morning including two families.
I was invited to lunch by a friend, plus her neighbour. Both the lunch and the conversation were most agreeable and it was a sunny walk there and back.
I’m now watching Gareth Malone’s Messiah. What an achievement for the eight singers for whom choral singing was a new experience.
Kitchen is now packed up and I've also packed for the week's holiday. The weekend we need to take towels and bedding but we'll bung those in the car at the last minute.
I didn't get home until about 10 o'clock, and promptly dozed off on the sofa, waking up at silly o'clock, but it was a lovely day in every sense - it was warm enough that we spent a good bit of it sitting in the garden.
Being very lazy today.
We had a really lovely Easter Day morning yesterday - went to the sunrise service at one of our local Anglican Churches, which was very special, and then I went to the 10.30 morning service at another of the churches in the benefice, which was also very lovely in a completely different way.
In the afternoon we headed over to see Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling - the GrandNenling was on very good form and kept wanting "tuddles" with everyone
On our return home we broke out the cheese and biscuits, snacks, wine and chocolate and thoroughly enjoyed all of that. Our meal this evening will be the roast lamb we didn't have yesterday.
Yesterday was glorious sunshine, though chilly. Today so far is overcast with showers, which are badly needed by the garden.
During a brief lull in the afternoon I watched the small boys eating chocolate buttons for the first time. Really sweet: with new foods one will try anything, the other not so much until he sees his brother is OK with it. Well, we placed them looking at each other and waited for action. First boy tried one, looked amazed, and then picked up another and fed it to his twin - cue cynical Sid tearing-up but in a good way.
Earlier in the day they had apperently enjoyed two of the hymn, enthusiastically crooning "Yooooo" during the alleluias.
I spent most of Easter Day in my berth, feeling decidedly unwell - very tired, with aching Legs, and a general wish to be able to sleep for a week or two. Better today, though, and able to totter to the car and thence to the village Co-Op for BREAD and HAM.
What lucky little boys. The GrandNenling has not yet (to my knowledge) been permitted to taste anything sweet apart from fruit. I am not sure how much longer this will be tenable but she's going along with it at the moment. Yesterday she was given a rice cake while the rest of us had chocolate biscuits
So sorry you've been feeling unwell @Bishops Finger ; not a very happy Easter Day for you. Hope you have a more enjoyable evening and feel much better very soon.
Turned Out Nice here, though with a chilly breeze.
Sorry to hear you weren't feeling the best, BF - hope a good rest will have done the trick and you feel better v. soon.
I've been very lazy today apart from putting a laundry load on, which is birling happily in the tumble-dryer at the moment. Having decided on Saturday that I didn't really feel like having the steak I'd bought (and had cacio e pepe instead), I'm going to have it this evening, and it's marinating as I type.
I’m also watching The Pilgrimage. It’s so interesting listening to the pilgrim’s discussion as they walk. Good group this time.
Barry Island? Is that close to the sacred land on which once walked Dai Woodham, of blessed memory?
There is some considerable wisdom in the advice "never go back".
However: Over the weekend I did a "google walk" around the part of the village that I had walked regularly for years. Much has changed, some is now unrecognisable, but not painfully so. The walk takes me past the cottage we lived in prior to the property that so upset me. In contrast, that garden is much improved, with the high fence panels removed and replaced with a low picket fence, over which can be seen a well-stocked, established garden, which gave me great pleasure. Best of all was to see that the white hornbeam I planted as a sapling in 1978 is now a handsome mature tree.
That has soothed my heart somewhat.
I'm feeling pleased because I've just been swimming - first time in 3 weeks as I've had a cough and virus which has made me drag myself around with low energy levels (I suspect it was a mild dose of Covid although the test I did came out negative).
I was limber enough afterwards to make an Expotition to Tess Coe, but Restage is now called for, Lunch having been eaten. It's a windy but mild, and mostly Sun-Shiny, day in Arkland the Dusty, and one of my neighbours (D) is making excellent progress on the interior woodwork of his Ark. He's fitting it out himself (he's a carpenter by profession), and is making a lovely job of the galley area - he showed me some photos. He is one of those creative people who can see an odd scrap of wood and imagine what could be done with it...
I'm admit that I was puzzled by one word in your comment which I first read as "Re-stage" rather than "Rest-age", IYSWIM.
Despite the promise of some showers, it has remained dry here and washing has been accomplished.
Glad to hear you're feeling better.
Now time for a pre-dinner drink.
Work was sensibly busy, as befits a day after everyone's been on holiday (at least people hadn't spent the entire weekend producing Stuff For Me To Do), and I was all done just before 5.
Supper was a concoction I've been meaning to try for ages* of smoked haddock, crème fraîche and tarragon with peas and pasta, and was rather nice. Next time, I'll try to get smoked haddock that's already been skinned, as it's a faff.
* When we lived in Northern Ireland, David and I used to occasionally have an Expotition up to Derry where there was a rather good fish restaurant (sadly now no longer) that did a magic smoked haddock/cream/tarragon/pasta combo, and I've often wondered if I could replicate it. I didn't get it quite right, but another couple of tries and you never know!
We are now in the departures lounge at Toulouse and we should be back in Paris early this evening.
It's another glorious evening in West Lothian; I've had quite a busy day (for a Wednesday - J had been in overdrive and left loads to do).
After a nice amble home, supper was pasta with prawns, veggies and a creamy, garlicky sauce - quite possibly my favourite food in the world.
It's so nice I think I'll go for an amble by the loch.
The only good thing was that the delivery van turned up with my grocery order just ahead of the scheduled time and, rather than things being missing it had brought me 4 packs of smoked salmon trimmings instead of 2,. Being chilled they couldn't be returned, so I got to keep them.
My daughter has safely returned from Boston, US, where she ran the marathon in
3 h 35. She loved the city.
Meanwhile the bluebells, some pink, are out in my garden. On Saturday I hope to go on the annual bluebell walk round a nearby private estate.
The afternoon holds the promise of ploughing my way through the ironing basket.
I've been to my exercise class and coffee with friends; came home and have made bolognese sauce for tea (enough for two days).
Chilly here, with the sun making occasional appearances between the clouds.
Sunny but breezy and not that warm. Could do garden but that would mean getting changed. Besides the next tranche of plants are still on their way from the Netherlands.
The NYM said that a good run - 45 minutes or more - was advisable to charge the new battery up a tad, so perhaps 15 miles wasn't quite enough. Maybe your Mechanical Man could fit a new battery during the MoT? I went for a reasonably very cheapo battery, which (including the fee for the NYM coming out to Arkland to do the job) cost just under £100.
ION, yet another cold night in Arkland the Bleak has been followed by a mild and mostly Sun-Shiny afternoon, albeit with a blasted northerly wind...
Shopp Ing has been done, including a visit to a newish M&S Food Place at a local petrol station. Rather disappointing - there was nothing I fancied (not even Pilchards) - so I resorted to the village Co-Op for a couple of ready meals, some CHOCOLATE, and some BEER.
It was quite pleasant driving around Our Town in the Sun Shine, as there are many trees *all dressed in living green*, as the hymn puts it.
Lunch is CHICKEN KYIVS n'CHIPS.
Fishy dinner tonight - (mixed) fish pie with leek'n'potato mash topping.
BEANS on TOAST for supper, as I really ought to go and stock up on groceries. There's a rather nice-looking recipe in the current Tessie's magazine for a sausage risotto with peas (out of which I have run), so that may be Saturday's expotition.
There's probably a couple of HCBs on the horizon, with a cup of tea.