Oh it's a remarkable achievement. We wear our difference with pride and mutual respect. But it's not been an easy journey; coming to terms with his wanting to join the RN at all was difficult - the military just isn't in my DNA.
Letting go of the subconscious idea that your offspring are mini-yous is a significant milestone. Wanting them to do the things you did or wished you'd done and wanting them not to do the things you wouldn't have done or didn't do are equal and opposite errors to fall into.
The military wasn’t in my DNA either: too short, too unfit and too insubordinate. However as “Ma’am” I had an entertaining 16 years ( 3 with Army at Victoria Barracks Sydney) and over 11 at Pinafore; past experience as a convent schoolgirl in the 1960s did help and it was entertaining to watch them all grow up. One of the plusses of being a civilian was being able to tell them in uniform not to try to boss me when I had a clue. The best bit of that interlude was to force me to enrol in a master’s degree in sexual health & HIV medicine. It took nearly 3 years out of my ( full time) working life but launched me into last 8 years as a pox doctor which were the best yesrs out of 47 in medicine.
My brother and sister-in-law suffered a good deal of angst when their daughter said (some years ago) that she wanted to join the Army - military stuff isn't in our DNA, either.
They would have respected and supported her decision, but she went on to University, became a community sports coach, and is now (at 25) a leading light in a charity working with multi-deprived young people in London.
A miserable day in Arkland the Aqueous, where it is still raining, some 24 hours after starting...
At least we don't have the wretched gales and Sn*w to be found in other parts of the country.
I'm off out to do some Shopp Ing - just the village Co-Op , as supplies of CHIPS are running very low.
We had pouring rain and the wretched gales. 25 floors up, the wind was very, very loud. I had a rotten night's sleep because of it, but still consider myself to have been fairly productive. I took Captain P to his therapy, did the Iron Ing, changed a bed and did Wash Ing, and have made an apple and mincemeat crumble with the remains of the jar. Husband en rouge is cooking cod for the main course.
Work objectives achieved and hooray, it’s the weekend (though tomorrow may involve some writing). I think Mr Heavenly is due back from the US tomorrow though I have no idea what time. Perhaps he will communicate this with me soon?
Tea will be the remains of yesterdays lamb and mushroom stroganoff, magicked into a curry.
My internet started to become somewhat unreliable - so I called a manager and requested to take a half days annual leave rather than fight it.
Then booked my overdue eye test - got the test and have now mortgaged my soul for two pairs of glasses. Essentially one for indoors and one for outdoors. (The indoor glasses - "occupational glasses" give you good vision upto 5m - can't be used for driving.)
The military wasn’t in my DNA either: too short, too unfit and too insubordinate. However as “Ma’am” I had an entertaining 16 years ( 3 with Army at Victoria Barracks Sydney) and over 11 at Pinafore; past experience as a convent schoolgirl in the 1960s did help and it was entertaining to watch them all grow up. One of the plusses of being a civilian was being able to tell them in uniform not to try to boss me when I had a clue. The best bit of that interlude was to force me to enrol in a master’s degree in sexual health & HIV medicine. It took nearly 3 years out of my ( full time) working life but launched me into last 8 years as a pox doctor which were the best yesrs out of 47 in medicine.
Hi, fellow sexual health person! I'm a microbiologist, did my PhD in Mycoplasma genitalium and spent over a decade in STI reference labs. I'm now working in clinical virology but maintain an interest, obviously still a bit of HIV involved.
Cold and wet here. No snow, so I was able to get to my hygienist appointment at the dentist's which I’d been dreading. But she was so nice and now I have sparkling teeth , comparatively.
I'm knackered and my back aches from my shift at the Foodbank this afternoon but we fed 57 people. This is both good and appalling. That's a lot of people for a place the size of Chichester!
I used to run what was probably the first ophthalmic HIV clinic in the UK, in the mid 1990s in University College Hospital, London. My patients had a life expectancy of 9 months and our job was to stop them going blind before they died.
I’ve just had a very nice lamb and mushroom biryani and I am now watching the second episode of David Olusoga’s latest Empire series. The discussion of the treatment of the indigenous population of Tasmania really touched me (I have a personal interested in the story of Tasmania as my great great great Grandfather was one of the most famous convicts sent there; George Loveless, the leader of the Tolpuddle Martyrs, convicted of swearing an oath but actually guilty of forming a perfectly legal trade union for farm labourers).
I used to run what was probably the first ophthalmic HIV clinic in the UK, in the mid 1990s in University College Hospital, London. My patients had a life expectancy of 9 months and our job was to stop them going blind before they died.
Oh yes, the graph of AIDS deaths before and after 1996, when triple therapy was introduced, can still make me very emotional.
I worked at UCL from 1994-1996. The breakthroughs were tantalisingly close but too late for many of my patients, though the speed of development when it came was quite amazing. It was a lovely clinic to work in, you got to know the patients so well, but also it was so sad saying goodbye to them in their final weeks; lots of hugs and tears. My experience there is one of the reasons I now lecture in death, dying and bereavement.
This morning was a bit of a failure as I woke up far too late to get to the Pilates class I'd booked and although I could have made the Philosophy class instead I really didn't want to rush breakfast or my post-breakfast tea.
The benefit of the philosophy class, presumably, is that it helps you to contemplate the outcome of these tricky decisions, whatever they be, from a range of philosophical perspectives.
Still cold and a bit treacherous underfoot in West Lothian; there's a bit of pavement part of the way home from work that is a Patch of Treachery™. It sort of sneaks up on you: one minute you're walking more-or-less normally (albeit carefully), and suddenly you feel your feet sliding about, and you have to start walking like a penguin to be sure of staying upright. It coincides with a gap in the buildings beside the pavement; I'd be interested to know if that's what causes it.
No matter: I made it without any gravity-related descents, and have had the customary f&c for supper.
Hoping for decent weather tomorrow, as I'm heading to Dunblane for a Scottish Voices rehearsal day, followed by a curry and farewell to the choir administrator, who's standing down.
Suits are mostly for job interviews and funerals. This is probably as pleasant an event as suit events get.
You could hope for weddings and baptisms. I'd call those suit events.
While he was still working, Dad used to cycle to work in a suit. Even dressed up for special occasions, there was a certain air of the cycle clip about him
The military wasn’t in my DNA either: too short, too unfit and too insubordinate. However as “Ma’am” I had an entertaining 16 years ( 3 with Army at Victoria Barracks Sydney) and over 11 at Pinafore; past experience as a convent schoolgirl in the 1960s did help and it was entertaining to watch them all grow up. One of the plusses of being a civilian was being able to tell them in uniform not to try to boss me when I had a clue. The best bit of that interlude was to force me to enrol in a master’s degree in sexual health & HIV medicine. It took nearly 3 years out of my ( full time) working life but launched me into last 8 years as a pox doctor which were the best yesrs out of 47 in medicine.
Hi, fellow sexual health person! I'm a microbiologist, did my PhD in Mycoplasma genitalium and spent over a decade in STI reference labs. I'm now working in clinical virology but maintain an interest, obviously still a bit of HIV involved.
Well, the people one encounters on the ‘net!
I retired just under a year ago and have forgotten just about everything except M gentalium the bugbear of sexual health clinicians, especially when diagnosed by local GPs who then sent their asymptomatic patients to us….😬
Suits are mostly for job interviews and funerals. This is probably as pleasant an event as suit events get.
You could hope for weddings and baptisms. I'd call those suit events.
While he was still working, Dad used to cycle to work in a suit. Even dressed up for special occasions, there was a certain air of the cycle clip about him
Not likely to see either in the immediate future. Baptism probably wouldn't be a suit thing anyway; a wedding might be but it would depend.
This morning I took a Sony CD/ cassette player to the Repair Café, but it was declared beyond repair by the experts. This saddened me as
a) it belonged to my husband and actually has a label with his name on and
b) I wanted to be able to listen to some precious recordings.
Oh well. Life moves on.
I can actually listen to our large CD collection on another system, and I still have a Walkman in a drawer somewhere for the cassettes, but no way of digitising them.
Lunch now, then off to sing in a prestigious concert, with the Kanneh-Masons. They were to have played a piano/violin/cello concerto, but Sheku is unable to play, recovering from a broken finger, so his siblings are playing violin and piano concertos. Their mother is our choir President.
I have just remembered that I do have the means to convert my cassettes to CD. A Coomber machine. Another item of my husband’s which I kept, together with the instructions. I used such a machine way back, about 23 years ago at school when CDs took over from cassettes and we painstakingly converted our resources. I hope it still works. I knew I kept it for a reason.
A bright cold day here; I've been out for coffee with friends and did a bit of top-up food shopping. Well, I thought it was a bit, but the bag was pretty heavy.
Unlike @Nenya I like going clothes shopping, but buy most of mine on-line from my favourite shops. I hope you find an outfit you like and will wear more than once though.
Thank you. I did eventually find a dress I liked, one that I'll definitely wear again. It was in the very last shop I popped into on the way back to the car, the only one in my size (actually a size smaller than I'd usually go for, but the style of it means it fits fine) and in the sale - so, happy days! I also managed to get, in Waterstones, a diary with the page layout I like and it was the last one and also half price, so I came away pleased.
I have friends who buy things online but they seem to spend a lot of time sending things back - maybe that's just them.
Glad you found a dress you liked and at a bargain price @Nenya. One of my happiest memories is spending the day in Sherbourne with my mother-in-law to be looking for an outfit for her to wear to our wedding. She was tiny, well under five foot and nothing looked any good. In the end we went back to the first shop, which had seemed the most friendly, and asked for their suggestions. They came up with the perfect shift dress and short jacket that fitted her perfectly. I'm sorry the Repair Cafe couldn't help @Puzzler, but glad it seems like you have a work round.
I spent a very happy couple of hours in the foyer of our local theatre reading as part of a readathon to raise money for our local book festival. It meant that I managed to finish the book for one of my book groups. On the way there I also popped into Waterstones and got another couple of books so I have plenty to keep me going. I then came home and did a brisk walk round our road dropping off leaflets on flood prevention on behalf of our Town Council.
Now I intend to do not very much at all until this evening when husband and I are going out for dinner. We haven't decided exactly where yet, just some where where we won't be tempted by alcohol.
I've put lots of breadcrumbs on the balcony of our holiday flat and I'm enjoying watching the sparrows coming to eat them.
We have a lovely view of the sea and the beach, the sound of the crashing waves is very restful. I went for a stroll with my friend and a pedicure this afternoon and we're off to a restaurant soon for our evening meal..
Mr Boogs took our Enkelin to the aquarium early today and they had a wonderful time watching the fishes and the sharks.
Did she see any Octopuses in the aquarium? Fascinating beings, probably from another planet aeons ago...
Another gloomy and chilly day in Arkland the Drear, but the Sky has changed to a slightly paler shade of grey, and They say that we might catch a glimpse of the Big Yellow Face tomorrow. At least it's not wet and/or windy, but I have no need to go out anywhere (one of the benefits of being Old and Pheeble), so will concentrate on CRUMPETS and SOUP. Possibly with CHEESE, too.
I hope they had a good footfall at Our Place's Community Cafe/Jumble Sale today. This was the first of this year's monthly events, much relied upon as a source of fund-raising, but also as a place for meeting people from the surrounding streets.
I'm going to dinner with a general from the US army ( a friend of a friend) - I'll be careful not to ask her if she's looking forward to a trip to Greenland! 😜
Mr Heavenly has now confirmed he won’t be back until Sunday morning. I’ve no idea if that means 2am or 10am.
Another productive day, I managed to go for a walk as the promised sleet didn’t happen, then did some housework before spending 4-5 hours writing about the use of astrological charts and amulets in seventeenth century medicine. Most of the chapter draft is now written so I have enough for an extract to be sent for my next assignment. Just need to finish the referencing and write a short report on Tuesday.
I have treated myself to a Chinese takeaway which hopefully will be delivered soon.
About 40 years ago I got a present of a book of classic French beef recipes. But today marks the first outing for Grillade marinière. Slices of beef have spent the night relaxing in a bath of olive oil, wine vinegar, cloves, orange peel and bay leaf. They are currently stewing in a slow oven for three hours, with a lot of minced onion. Finally, I get to add garlic and anchovies.
I will probably do one of my favourite things with potato, which is to microwave a whole one, then quarter, rub with mustardy oil, and finish in the oven,
I hope that was as delicious as it sounds, Firenze!
I'm just back from the rehearsal day in Dunblane, which went very well, apart from a piece by Mathias (a composer whose work I normally quite like), which was inordinately difficult - partly because the split alto part was written on one stave and was almost impossible to read.
Luckily, it seems that the conductor has decided it wasn't a very good idea, and hopefully won't be programming it after all.
The rehearsal was followed by drinks in the pub across the road from the cathedral, and then a very good curry.
I feel as if I've maybe had more wine than I should, and will now have a large glass of water before I go to bed.
I will probably do one of my favourite things with potato, which is to microwave a whole one, then quarter, rub with mustardy oil, and finish in the oven,
Sounds delicious; I must try it.
Sounds as though you've had a heartily good evening @Piglet . We've caught up with The Traitors , eaten stir fry and dessert and chocolate and downed a bottle of white wine between us. I'm now desperate to go to bed.
We headed out to our local Vietnamese restaurant where we both had very nice stir fry dishes with lots of crispy tofu. No alcohol but my zero alcohol beer was very enjoyable.
We came home and watch Alfred Hitchcock's The Man who Knew too Much on TV. Very silly but enjoyable, specially the frocks and 1950s London.
No further snow, but what we already have isn't shifting. Still no resumption of postal deliveries, although I got a phone call telling me that an expected bill had been posted to me, giving me 14 days to pay, and could I pay over the phone as the 14 days are up on Monday. Their automated system will add a "late payment penalty" and it'll be a pain for them to try to override it, just because the bills won't have arrived by Monday. I wonder when the actual bill will arrive?
Church has been cancelled tomorrow again; it'll be online instead.
The concert was good. The bus home was packed, with at least 12 standing- the majority had been to the concert. The bus was at the stop 20 minutes before departure time, so I got a seat and was thankful not to have to stand and wait in the cold.
I have eaten kedgeree on my return.
( Concert days mean irregular eating).
Choir is not required at church tomorrow so I can have a lie-in.
The beef was extremely tender, but the sauce less interesting than I'd hoped. Too few anchovies perhaps. But as I have opened a tin, the balance can go into salmon puttanesca for tonight.
Looks a perfectly horrible morning out - windy and very wet.
Went to my sister's for a meal last night, haven't seen her since last Christmas so plenty of catching up and bitching up of other family members to do. Finally got back at 2am, having driven round bits of rural Essex that even I as a former local had never heard of and were much amused to discover that the car that had pulled into a gateway to let us by had been her husband, who had had to go and babysit for friends while they took their youngest to A&E.
I think we saw more muntjac than cars on the return journey!
When we lived there Mr RoS used to find the occasional one, recently killed by a previous vehicle, on his journey home from work, and pop it in the boot of the car. A gipsy living near us used to butcher it for us, and we shared the meat.
We did well for game in those days, we got pheasant from the same route, and a neighbour's son used to shoot wood pigeon. As his mother wouldn't touch them, we got a lot of pigeon.
We have muntjac round here too, though I tend to buy the meat in from the organic delivery company. Muntjac saddle is my favourite meat for special occasions.
When Mr Heavenly says he will arrive back Sunday morning, what he actually means is teatime. So this morning I had a lie in, before doing the laundry, washing up and some general cleaning and tidying. It is important that Mr Heavenly arrives back to a tidy house so that he knows it is not me who usually makes the mess. Just a quick walk this morning as it started to rain.
Lunch will be stir fried leftover takeaway of egg fried rice and pork noodles. Then I need to do the weekly food order. What an exciting life I lead.
You think your life is exciting? I'm doing laundry (well, currently waiting for it to dry).
It was absolutely pissing with rain this morning, and the road between my flat and St Pete's was flooded in places; I managed to get across at a slightly shallower bit, but it was still deeper than enough!
The weather put me off the idea of ambling along to either the corner shop to get eggs or the little takeaway to get a BACON ROLL, and as I was feeling more tired than hungry, I had a snoozette after setting the laundry going.
I suppose I ought to eat something, so I'm going to have a couple of rolls with pâté and a cup of tea by way of brunch.
Not sure yet what supper will be: if I can muster up the energy, I might make a pot of SOUP.
Cold and windy in Arkland the Wintry, but at least it's dry, and the Sky is a slightly paler grey than it was yesterday. A thick Fog in the middle hours of the night was quickly dispersed this morning by the fresh breeze.
No need to go out until tomorrow (I find I have enough in the way of Essentials), so a quiet day of Staying In And Keeping Warm.
Went to my sister's for a meal last night, haven't seen her since last Christmas so plenty of catching up and bitching up of other family members to do. Finally got back at 2am, having driven round bits of rural Essex that even I as a former local had never heard of and were much amused to discover that the car that had pulled into a gateway to let us by had been her husband, who had had to go and babysit for friends while they took their youngest to A&E.
I think we saw more muntjac than cars on the return journey!
Beaky daughter number four, mother of Huxley/ Little Beaky, gets Muntjac deer in her garden in Surrey. Her three boys love watching them!
I've seen Muntjac walking down our road and in the field behind our house here on the edge of an East Midland's town.
I too have had a lazy afternoon. The ice and frost of yesterday have gone but it was a wet, windy and still very cold walk to and from church. Church itself wasn't that warm either so I decided an afternoon nap was the best way of thawing out after lunch.
In a bit I need to start cooking tea which is something slightly experimental involving swede.
It's actually been very mild here today: it got up to 9°.
Having realised I had a pack of mushrooms that would soon need using up, I abandoned the SOUP idea (I'm not wild about mushroom soup), and decided on mushroom Stroganoff instead, and it was (a) rather nice; and (b) dead easy. Will happen again, but should go easy on the salt, as the veggie stock cube was quite salty.
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Letting go of the subconscious idea that your offspring are mini-yous is a significant milestone. Wanting them to do the things you did or wished you'd done and wanting them not to do the things you wouldn't have done or didn't do are equal and opposite errors to fall into.
They would have respected and supported her decision, but she went on to University, became a community sports coach, and is now (at 25) a leading light in a charity working with multi-deprived young people in London.
A miserable day in Arkland the Aqueous, where it is still raining, some 24 hours after starting...
At least we don't have the wretched gales and Sn*w to be found in other parts of the country.
I'm off out to do some Shopp Ing - just the village Co-Op , as supplies of CHIPS are running very low.
Tea will be the remains of yesterdays lamb and mushroom stroganoff, magicked into a curry.
Then booked my overdue eye test - got the test and have now mortgaged my soul for two pairs of glasses. Essentially one for indoors and one for outdoors. (The indoor glasses - "occupational glasses" give you good vision upto 5m - can't be used for driving.)
Hi, fellow sexual health person! I'm a microbiologist, did my PhD in Mycoplasma genitalium and spent over a decade in STI reference labs. I'm now working in clinical virology but maintain an interest, obviously still a bit of HIV involved.
I’ve just had a very nice lamb and mushroom biryani and I am now watching the second episode of David Olusoga’s latest Empire series. The discussion of the treatment of the indigenous population of Tasmania really touched me (I have a personal interested in the story of Tasmania as my great great great Grandfather was one of the most famous convicts sent there; George Loveless, the leader of the Tolpuddle Martyrs, convicted of swearing an oath but actually guilty of forming a perfectly legal trade union for farm labourers).
Oh yes, the graph of AIDS deaths before and after 1996, when triple therapy was introduced, can still make me very emotional.
The benefit of the philosophy class, presumably, is that it helps you to contemplate the outcome of these tricky decisions, whatever they be, from a range of philosophical perspectives.
No matter: I made it without any gravity-related descents, and have had the customary f&c for supper.
Hoping for decent weather tomorrow, as I'm heading to Dunblane for a Scottish Voices rehearsal day, followed by a curry and farewell to the choir administrator, who's standing down.
You could hope for weddings and baptisms. I'd call those suit events.
While he was still working, Dad used to cycle to work in a suit. Even dressed up for special occasions, there was a certain air of the cycle clip about him
Well, the people one encounters on the ‘net!
I retired just under a year ago and have forgotten just about everything except M gentalium the bugbear of sexual health clinicians, especially when diagnosed by local GPs who then sent their asymptomatic patients to us….😬
Not likely to see either in the immediate future. Baptism probably wouldn't be a suit thing anyway; a wedding might be but it would depend.
a) it belonged to my husband and actually has a label with his name on and
b) I wanted to be able to listen to some precious recordings.
Oh well. Life moves on.
I can actually listen to our large CD collection on another system, and I still have a Walkman in a drawer somewhere for the cassettes, but no way of digitising them.
Lunch now, then off to sing in a prestigious concert, with the Kanneh-Masons. They were to have played a piano/violin/cello concerto, but Sheku is unable to play, recovering from a broken finger, so his siblings are playing violin and piano concertos. Their mother is our choir President.
I have just remembered that I do have the means to convert my cassettes to CD. A Coomber machine. Another item of my husband’s which I kept, together with the instructions. I used such a machine way back, about 23 years ago at school when CDs took over from cassettes and we painstakingly converted our resources. I hope it still works. I knew I kept it for a reason.
Thank you. I did eventually find a dress I liked, one that I'll definitely wear again. It was in the very last shop I popped into on the way back to the car, the only one in my size (actually a size smaller than I'd usually go for, but the style of it means it fits fine) and in the sale - so, happy days! I also managed to get, in Waterstones, a diary with the page layout I like and it was the last one and also half price, so I came away pleased.
I have friends who buy things online but they seem to spend a lot of time sending things back - maybe that's just them.
Stir fry for tea because Saturday.
I spent a very happy couple of hours in the foyer of our local theatre reading as part of a readathon to raise money for our local book festival. It meant that I managed to finish the book for one of my book groups. On the way there I also popped into Waterstones and got another couple of books so I have plenty to keep me going. I then came home and did a brisk walk round our road dropping off leaflets on flood prevention on behalf of our Town Council.
Now I intend to do not very much at all until this evening when husband and I are going out for dinner. We haven't decided exactly where yet, just some where where we won't be tempted by alcohol.
We have a lovely view of the sea and the beach, the sound of the crashing waves is very restful. I went for a stroll with my friend and a pedicure this afternoon and we're off to a restaurant soon for our evening meal..
Mr Boogs took our Enkelin to the aquarium early today and they had a wonderful time watching the fishes and the sharks.
Another gloomy and chilly day in Arkland the Drear, but the Sky has changed to a slightly paler shade of grey, and They say that we might catch a glimpse of the Big Yellow Face tomorrow. At least it's not wet and/or windy, but I have no need to go out anywhere (one of the benefits of being Old and Pheeble), so will concentrate on CRUMPETS and SOUP. Possibly with CHEESE, too.
I hope they had a good footfall at Our Place's Community Cafe/Jumble Sale today. This was the first of this year's monthly events, much relied upon as a source of fund-raising, but also as a place for meeting people from the surrounding streets.
Another productive day, I managed to go for a walk as the promised sleet didn’t happen, then did some housework before spending 4-5 hours writing about the use of astrological charts and amulets in seventeenth century medicine. Most of the chapter draft is now written so I have enough for an extract to be sent for my next assignment. Just need to finish the referencing and write a short report on Tuesday.
I have treated myself to a Chinese takeaway which hopefully will be delivered soon.
I will probably do one of my favourite things with potato, which is to microwave a whole one, then quarter, rub with mustardy oil, and finish in the oven,
Oh, and Saturday is Cocktail Nite.
I'm just back from the rehearsal day in Dunblane, which went very well, apart from a piece by Mathias (a composer whose work I normally quite like), which was inordinately difficult - partly because the split alto part was written on one stave and was almost impossible to read.
Luckily, it seems that the conductor has decided it wasn't a very good idea, and hopefully won't be programming it after all.
The rehearsal was followed by drinks in the pub across the road from the cathedral, and then a very good curry.
I feel as if I've maybe had more wine than I should, and will now have a large glass of water before I go to bed.
Sounds as though you've had a heartily good evening @Piglet . We've caught up with The Traitors , eaten stir fry and dessert and chocolate and downed a bottle of white wine between us. I'm now desperate to go to bed.
We came home and watch Alfred Hitchcock's The Man who Knew too Much on TV. Very silly but enjoyable, specially the frocks and 1950s London.
Church has been cancelled tomorrow again; it'll be online instead.
I have eaten kedgeree on my return.
( Concert days mean irregular eating).
Choir is not required at church tomorrow so I can have a lie-in.
Looks a perfectly horrible morning out - windy and very wet.
I think we saw more muntjac than cars on the return journey!
When we lived there Mr RoS used to find the occasional one, recently killed by a previous vehicle, on his journey home from work, and pop it in the boot of the car. A gipsy living near us used to butcher it for us, and we shared the meat.
We did well for game in those days, we got pheasant from the same route, and a neighbour's son used to shoot wood pigeon. As his mother wouldn't touch them, we got a lot of pigeon.
Oh how I miss those meals!
When Mr Heavenly says he will arrive back Sunday morning, what he actually means is teatime. So this morning I had a lie in, before doing the laundry, washing up and some general cleaning and tidying. It is important that Mr Heavenly arrives back to a tidy house so that he knows it is not me who usually makes the mess. Just a quick walk this morning as it started to rain.
Lunch will be stir fried leftover takeaway of egg fried rice and pork noodles. Then I need to do the weekly food order. What an exciting life I lead.
It was absolutely pissing with rain this morning, and the road between my flat and St Pete's was flooded in places; I managed to get across at a slightly shallower bit, but it was still deeper than enough!
The weather put me off the idea of ambling along to either the corner shop to get eggs or the little takeaway to get a BACON ROLL, and as I was feeling more tired than hungry, I had a snoozette after setting the laundry going.
I suppose I ought to eat something, so I'm going to have a couple of rolls with pâté and a cup of tea by way of brunch.
Not sure yet what supper will be: if I can muster up the energy, I might make a pot of SOUP.
No need to go out until tomorrow (I find I have enough in the way of Essentials), so a quiet day of Staying In And Keeping Warm.
FISH CAKES n'CHIPS for lunch.
Beaky daughter number four, mother of Huxley/ Little Beaky, gets Muntjac deer in her garden in Surrey. Her three boys love watching them!
I too have had a lazy afternoon. The ice and frost of yesterday have gone but it was a wet, windy and still very cold walk to and from church. Church itself wasn't that warm either so I decided an afternoon nap was the best way of thawing out after lunch.
In a bit I need to start cooking tea which is something slightly experimental involving swede.
Having realised I had a pack of mushrooms that would soon need using up, I abandoned the SOUP idea (I'm not wild about mushroom soup), and decided on mushroom Stroganoff instead, and it was (a) rather nice; and (b) dead easy. Will happen again, but should go easy on the salt, as the veggie stock cube was quite salty.