Glad to hear he got it sorted out in such a satisfactory way, RoS!
CK, those are lovely - both the filter-coloured ones and your more "natural" ones.
After D's recital, we went to a local pub for lunch - it's quite an ordinary sort of place, but with very decent food - and I had a small but perfectly-cooked steak with a lovely salad of leaves, goat's cheese, pecan nuts and dried cranberries (with a glass of WINE to wash it down), and D. had breakfast - bacon, eggs and v. good fried potatoes.
For my lunch I have just harvested a lettuce that I planted out last October (it was one of 4 rather sad looking plants waiting for a buyer). In the summer I don’t have lettuce success (slugs & snails) but I am shocked to have a harvest in March - so much for English winters.
It's getting springier and springier here - it's currently 9° and has really been rather a nice day.
We took a run out into the country (to another wee caff that does nice food) and were quite taken with how much of the snow has disappeared. The ice on the river near where we live has all but gone; we think they may have been letting water out of the dam a few miles upriver from us, although it's still mostly frozen further downstream.
I expect they'll be monitoring it very carefully after the devastating floods last spring; as we came back along the north side we noticed a depressing number of derelict or near-derelict buildings which may have been a hangover from last year (the north side was much worse-hit than the south).
I am completely caked out, I’m not sure I want to see another slice until.... well maybe tomorrow. This evening was my orchestra’s concert at a very hospitable church who provided wine & nibbles including cake, and we always bring cake so there was rather a lot to sample. I felt obliged to sample rather more than I should have. Extra hours digging needed on the allotment tomorrow to work the excess off, I think!
P.S. the concert was well received - they didn’t seem to notice the strange notes being played on the back row where I sit.
I've just witnessed the clock at our railway station going magically, mysteriously and betraying common sense go forward 1 hour within less than a minute! From 2am to 3am!
I want my hour back! And I want it now! Grrrr....!
Whereas something in my brain has also gone forward - I posted a few days ago that I’ve started waking up at 4. I said to Macarius that when I woke up today, at least it would be 5 - but oh no, I still woke up at 4! Still, did go back to sleep and was surprised by the alarm, which counts as a win.
Some of the electronics in the house have made the time change, some not. It’s knowing which ones. Fortunately the CH seems to be among the smart ones and, more surprisingly, my cheap little clock radio. The phone and iPad are on to it. So that just leaves the cooker, microwave, coffee maker and watch.
I can remember when my mother just pushed the hands round on the wind-up clock on the mantelpiece and that was it.
I don't make the daylight savings time jump all at once. The Tuesday evening before the Sunday, I set my bedside clock fifteen minutes ahead. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday I do the same. On Saturday I am a full hour ahead of standard time, but slightly groggy. On Sunday I am completely adjusted to daylight time.
That requires clocks, alarms and phones that aren't connected to the internet/satellites. I did nothing to change my alarms, they did it all automatically.
Talking of clocks going backwards, my favourite coffee shop has got a new mirror image clock - so it will look like it's 1 o'clock when it's 11 o'clock, and vice versa. When I first saw it, it was around midday - well, it was showing 12:10, so not that different from the actual 11:50, and so I just thought time had passed slightly quicker than I'd realised, which isn't unusual for me. Then I saw the second hand was going anti-clockwise - totally freaked me out at first! Never come across such a clock before.
...with its spectral driver and phantom ticket collector. And only WesleyJ can see the silent passengers make their soundless way to the platform that’s not there in the daytime...
I'm starting to hear ghostly music in my mind's ear - this conversation's getting Very Silly. Maybe you all need some more sleep ...
Actually this morning I might as well have been putting the clock forward - I woke up at about 5:30 (not unknown for me), went to the loo, came back and thought, great, I've got another couple of hours of sleep ...
No - I had another couple of hours of not sleep - well, mostly. I think I dozed off again at about 7 o'clock, which is un fat lot de bon when you have to get up at half past.
I'm now a rather sleepy piglet, and after lunch will have some Quality Bear Time™ (i.e. a nap).
I can answer that - he lives near enough a station to see it from his flat.
That may be so - but what was he doing, gazing out of window at 2am/3am?
O I know - waiting to see the clock change itself!
Spot on!
(Speaking of ghost trains - they'll have nightly engineering work on the tracks for a few weeks now, so I suppose I may need to sleep on the other side of the house... grrr. But what what's gotta be done, 's got to be done, eh.)
We were missing one or two folk this morning, though mostly those who had already filled in their leave forms, but I suspect that the paucity of Scouts/Cubs etc. (it being Mothering Sunday) may have had summink to do with the State's tampering with Time.
Lothar 1 cooked me steak with asparagus. With his body clock it was either a very late lunch or early dinner. Or I suppose tea, if I go back to my youth.
Stir fried veg (pack) with egg fried rice containing peas and peanuts. Because I bought the pack from the very reduced counter yesterday and it needed eating today.
Another very reduced thing I acquired this week were some trousers with a belt at £1.50. No they don't fit me, they're huge, size 20 or something. But there's enough fabric in them for me to make something that does fit.
I had steak for breakfast, with an egg and onions and tomato. Steak was reduced from £4 to £1, and the box of 6 eggs was reduced to 30p. Bag of onions was reduced to 10p. Nearly all my food is reduced. I spend about £15 a week on food this way.
I was taken to the local pub for a Mother’s Day meal - goats cheese and beetroot salad, pork loin with crackling and Yorkshire pudding and a chocolate and peanut butter bomb with hot caramel sauce.
Just back from a very pleasant couple of days in Chamonix at my employer's expense.
I tried skiing on the trip a couple of years ago but didn't love it so this year I signed up for dog sled. This is slightly alarming at the beginning until you get the hang of it but after that it's good fun. I really enjoyed it. Mush!
Gammon with slices of fresh pineapple fried until caramelizing.
The builders start on the kitchen tomorrow (I hope) - so that may be the last meal in for a while. Fortunately there’s a nearby road which has a good few restaurants. If we work through them in order of proximity, that’ll be Chinese, pub, Indian, Thai, Italian and Korean (by which time I’d hope the works would be done).
Our lunch today would not get your salivary glands working overtime,MMM.
Mothering Sunday lunch with the vegetarian branch of the family, who have two autistic children with vey definite ideas on what is edible, was the same as they have every Sunday.
Quorn Veggie Roast, with a plentiful accompaniment of roasted vegetables, and various greens. Followed by an Eton Mess Cheesecake.
I have spent the evening drooling over my new cookbook - Yotam Ottolenghi's "Simple", a Mothering Sunday gift from our other son, and planning meals for future pleasures.
Family movie night last night (Sunday). We watched Under Hill 60 which is two hours. We wanted early start to watching so DIL made nachos which we ate from plates on our laps in media room. #1 son has such a lot of tablets that he needs to be in bed early.
Nachos were good and better because it is not often on the menu, let alone eaten like a picnic.
We went to East Side Mario's, a New York Italian chain, for lunch; D. had Italian wedding soup, house salad and garlic bread, and I had shrimp, tomato and vodka penne, with Caesar salad and bread.
Mid-evening I made some guacamole*, as there was an avocado left in the fridge that needed using up, which I've just finished with some crackers.
@Firenze , have you any idea how envious I am that you have to patronise Edinburgh restaurants for a week???
* I'm under no illusions that I could fool a real, actual Mexican into thinking it was guacamole: it was an avocado mashed up with mayonnaise, garlic, lemon juice and a tiny pinch of chilli powder. Quite nice for all that.
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CK, those are lovely - both the filter-coloured ones and your more "natural" ones.
After D's recital, we went to a local pub for lunch - it's quite an ordinary sort of place, but with very decent food - and I had a small but perfectly-cooked steak with a lovely salad of leaves, goat's cheese, pecan nuts and dried cranberries (with a glass of WINE to wash it down), and D. had breakfast - bacon, eggs and v. good fried potatoes.
I’m still having to take things slowly due to hurty ribs. It’s not in my nature to take things slowly!
....I'll get me smock-frock, and shut the potting-shed door on me way out.
He was on the lawn when he picked it up - I thought ‘awww, he’s looking at a slug’ when gulp! Down it went!
Ewwwww! 🤮
We took a run out into the country (to another wee caff that does nice food) and were quite taken with how much of the snow has disappeared. The ice on the river near where we live has all but gone; we think they may have been letting water out of the dam a few miles upriver from us, although it's still mostly frozen further downstream.
I expect they'll be monitoring it very carefully after the devastating floods last spring; as we came back along the north side we noticed a depressing number of derelict or near-derelict buildings which may have been a hangover from last year (the north side was much worse-hit than the south).
P.S. the concert was well received - they didn’t seem to notice the strange notes being played on the back row where I sit.
I want my hour back! And I want it now! Grrrr....!
No wonder kids start eating slugs! It's madness!
I need that snigger smilie we had on the Old Ship™.
:snigger:
MMM
Still light mornings will mean dark evenings.
I can remember when my mother just pushed the hands round on the wind-up clock on the mantelpiece and that was it.
That may be so - but what was he doing, gazing out of window at 2am/3am?
O I know - waiting to see the clock change itself!
Perhaps there is some kind of Special Secret Train that comes through at that time.
Ah yes - the Ghost of a Proper Train, wreathed in ghostly white Steam....
Actually this morning I might as well have been putting the clock forward - I woke up at about 5:30 (not unknown for me), went to the loo, came back and thought, great, I've got another couple of hours of sleep ...
No - I had another couple of hours of not sleep - well, mostly. I think I dozed off again at about 7 o'clock, which is un fat lot de bon when you have to get up at half past.
I'm now a rather sleepy piglet, and after lunch will have some Quality Bear Time™ (i.e. a nap).
Spot on!
(Speaking of ghost trains - they'll have nightly engineering work on the tracks for a few weeks now, so I suppose I may need to sleep on the other side of the house... grrr. But what what's gotta be done, 's got to be done, eh.)
It’s roast beef and Yorkshire pud here. My mouth’s watering already!
MMM
At least the bl**dy Mackerel tin has a ring-pull.....
*or maybe Sardines, whichever tin is closest to the Episcopal hand...
We were missing one or two folk this morning, though mostly those who had already filled in their leave forms, but I suspect that the paucity of Scouts/Cubs etc. (it being Mothering Sunday) may have had summink to do with the State's tampering with Time.
*sings* You shall have a Fishy, in a little Dishy, you shall have a Fishy, when the Boat comes in.....
No, no - Bread and Butter, with Jam and/or Marmite......
.....and CAKE.
Another very reduced thing I acquired this week were some trousers with a belt at £1.50. No they don't fit me, they're huge, size 20 or something. But there's enough fabric in them for me to make something that does fit.
Just back from a very pleasant couple of days in Chamonix at my employer's expense.
I tried skiing on the trip a couple of years ago but didn't love it so this year I signed up for dog sled. This is slightly alarming at the beginning until you get the hang of it but after that it's good fun. I really enjoyed it. Mush!
The builders start on the kitchen tomorrow (I hope) - so that may be the last meal in for a while. Fortunately there’s a nearby road which has a good few restaurants. If we work through them in order of proximity, that’ll be Chinese, pub, Indian, Thai, Italian and Korean (by which time I’d hope the works would be done).
Mothering Sunday lunch with the vegetarian branch of the family, who have two autistic children with vey definite ideas on what is edible, was the same as they have every Sunday.
Quorn Veggie Roast, with a plentiful accompaniment of roasted vegetables, and various greens. Followed by an Eton Mess Cheesecake.
I have spent the evening drooling over my new cookbook - Yotam Ottolenghi's "Simple", a Mothering Sunday gift from our other son, and planning meals for future pleasures.
Nachos were good and better because it is not often on the menu, let alone eaten like a picnic.
Mid-evening I made some guacamole*, as there was an avocado left in the fridge that needed using up, which I've just finished with some crackers.
@Firenze , have you any idea how envious I am that you have to patronise Edinburgh restaurants for a week???
* I'm under no illusions that I could fool a real, actual Mexican into thinking it was guacamole: it was an avocado mashed up with mayonnaise, garlic, lemon juice and a tiny pinch of chilli powder. Quite nice for all that.