Ha! At least they weren't putting the unoccupied chairs onto the tables....
Mind you, even that would have been better (and easier) than trying to put the occupied ones onto said tables ...
In "Lark Rise to Candleford", the writer as a girl loved reading and used to go to the local library. This was presided over by a grumpy caretaker who had no interest in books. If he thought she was staying too long, he would ostentatiously start sweeping around her feet.
P.S. I'm another fat-cutter-off. Not even keen on crackling.
The concert went OK with my thumb being an annoyance but not a complete hindrance from playing, but attendance would have have been better if it hadn't started at the same time as an absolutely ferocious thunderstorm. Apparently our neighbourhood got the worst of it, and this morning I spotted several quite large trees that had literally snapped in half. People who've been to our garden this morning report that it's survived more or less. Won't need to water for a bit though
Particularly red braised in the Chinese manner. Cook gently for several hours with soy, star anise, shaoxing wine, cassia bark and a little sugar, until the fat is meltingly tender. Though roasted until crunchy with crackling also works for me.
Glad to hear you made it through the concert more-or-less undamaged, La Vie!
Despite my devotion to BACON, pork in most other forms is a meat without which I can quite easily live, and I don't get the attraction of crackling at all; you aficionados are welcome to my share.
Supper this evening was DUCK BREAST, with green veggies and the remains of the potatoes; I gave the latter a few minutes in the popty-ping, followed by some more minutes in the oven along with the DUCK, and it all worked out rather nicely. I gave them the company of some Yellow Tail Malbec, which is velvet in a glass.
I just walked into the handle on one of my kitchen drawers and caught the nerve point on my knee. Got to the floor before I fainted and now have a VERY sore knee. I am ridiculous 😆
Not ridiculous - accidents can happen to anyone - but certainly deserving of sympathy (and a glass or three of WINE, for Medicinal Porpoises, you understand).
Not ridiculous - accidents can happen to anyone - but certainly deserving of sympathy (and a glass or three of WINE, for Medicinal Porpoises, you understand).
Thank you for your sympathy-
My family would tell you that my lack of spatial awareness is unparalleled.
On this occasion I have partaken of a glass of Pastis and sparkling water 😍
I have always been able to eat anything that stays still in front of me long enough, though my dear, dear brothers recent diagnosis of Crohns may explain why, after extensive research I came to the conclusion that only two things give me cataclysmic flatulence.
I am very sorry to hear about your brother's diagnosis @Sandemaniac . And about your knee @MrsBeaky .
I'm afraid I'm not (in Christian love, of course). He's spent so many years trumpeting loudly about having life so, so much harder than everyone else and generally making everyone else's a misery that I'm thoroughly enjoying him finding out that, when it actually is harder than everyone else, if you never gave anyone else any sympathy, they won't give it you back. By the time he's 90 I might have mellowed a bit. But probably not.
Pork belly is anathema. Another Jack Spratt here. Checking my freezer, my supplies are low, apart from several lean pork slices. I’ve almost used up all my batch-cooked meals too. The fridge is nearly empty, but I’m running stocks down as I’ll be away for a few days next week.
I need to plan my trip, especially what to wear. I’ve been preoccupied with other things, especially the roofers, who have now finished. It’s been a bit noisy, but otherwise they have not given me much trouble. Nor have they eaten any of the biscuits I bought specially. I’m hoping the scaffolders can come and remove that tomorrow. Even better if they come in the morning, so I can go to my French group in the afternoon.
Good choir practice this evening, including sight singing of several pieces with just the right level of challenge.
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In "Lark Rise to Candleford", the writer as a girl loved reading and used to go to the local library. This was presided over by a grumpy caretaker who had no interest in books. If he thought she was staying too long, he would ostentatiously start sweeping around her feet.
P.S. I'm another fat-cutter-off. Not even keen on crackling.
I'm another Jack Spratt. 🥓
Despite my devotion to BACON, pork in most other forms is a meat without which I can quite easily live, and I don't get the attraction of crackling at all; you aficionados are welcome to my share.
Supper this evening was DUCK BREAST, with green veggies and the remains of the potatoes; I gave the latter a few minutes in the popty-ping, followed by some more minutes in the oven along with the DUCK, and it all worked out rather nicely. I gave them the company of some Yellow Tail Malbec, which is velvet in a glass.
Thank you for your sympathy-
My family would tell you that my lack of spatial awareness is unparalleled.
On this occasion I have partaken of a glass of Pastis and sparkling water 😍
I have always been able to eat anything that stays still in front of me long enough, though my dear, dear brothers recent diagnosis of Crohns may explain why, after extensive research I came to the conclusion that only two things give me cataclysmic flatulence.
Food.
And drink.
If I avoid those, I'm fine.
(And cholesterol...)
I've been out to my usual Thursday evening meeting and on the way back there was a Chilly Wind and Spatters of Rain. We so need rain.
Now planning to gatecrash @Boogie 's party for the chocolate brownies. (I'm assuming they are chocolate.)
I'm afraid I'm not (in Christian love, of course). He's spent so many years trumpeting loudly about having life so, so much harder than everyone else and generally making everyone else's a misery that I'm thoroughly enjoying him finding out that, when it actually is harder than everyone else, if you never gave anyone else any sympathy, they won't give it you back. By the time he's 90 I might have mellowed a bit. But probably not.
I need to plan my trip, especially what to wear. I’ve been preoccupied with other things, especially the roofers, who have now finished. It’s been a bit noisy, but otherwise they have not given me much trouble. Nor have they eaten any of the biscuits I bought specially. I’m hoping the scaffolders can come and remove that tomorrow. Even better if they come in the morning, so I can go to my French group in the afternoon.
Good choir practice this evening, including sight singing of several pieces with just the right level of challenge.