Mr RoS and I had our Covid boosters this morning.
I did a load of washing, not to waste the weather, hauled a bag of compost near to my potting table, pricked out some seedlings and sowed more seeds.
Other than the trip to the surgery Mr RoS has dozed in an armchair all day. Seems to have become his normal Saturday occupation. Seems a waste of such a lovely day.
Is there anything that could be substituted for the pilchards - kipper* fillets, sardines ... ?
* The uselessness of this Tablet has been manifested in its autocorrecting "kipper" to "killer" and asking if I want to add "kipper" to its vocabulary. It didn't recognise "pilchards" either; I sometimes wonder if English is its first language ...
A productive day here, I went for a nice long walk then did some weeding and watering and fed the birds. We then spent the rest of the day sorting and moving stuff to the new office. We saw a yellowhammer in the garden, a first for us.
Lunch was leftover Chinese takeaway. I am not sure what tea is, I asked Mr Heavenly what we were having about an hour ago but he seems to have forgotten.
Is there anything that could be substituted for the pilchards - kipper* fillets, sardines ... ?
* The uselessness of this Tablet has been manifested in its autocorrecting "kipper" to "killer" and asking if I want to add "kipper" to its vocabulary. It didn't recognise "pilchards" either; I sometimes wonder if English is its first language ...
Yes, I also eat Sardines, Kippers, and other (presumably) Happy British Fishes. In fact, Kippers are on the menu for breakfast tomorrow...
On a whim, my daughter decided to have a Pop up brocante sale using her holiday let which was unexpectedly free. I helped her set up and put away. She also made two cakes to slice and sell. Given the short notice and limited publicity, she had only 12 customers but sold about £450 worth of goods. In terms of hours of work it was not profitable, but she seemed not to mind. She has two proper fairs coming up as well. That’s after she gets back from running the Boston marathon.
I was given tonight’s meal by my son-in-law, a lamb casserole, and a slice of cake I’m saving for tomorrow.
We've had a long and lovely day with Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling who was on very good form and constantly chatting. It's been what I believe is the last day of the sunny weather for a while; the sky was dark with clouds as we drove home. My word, we do need rain.
I am now officially Exhausted and planning to crawl into bed shortly.
Another bright blue morning here - but temperatures to be more the seasonal norm (max 11°C) rather than the freakish highs of 16-18. Cooling though it is, I may take my morning coffee to the garden just to enjoy the light on the tulips.
Grocery delivery this afternoon, which I hope will contain something I can make for dinner.
16 degrees predicted here. Some of the mornings have been quite cool but yesterday morning was lovely. I’m hoping for the same today for my walk.
I assume today will be another day of moving things around. But I am enjoying my office, I like the peace and quiet of being alone in a tidy room for a change. And it is nice to be in the garden in spring.
Bah humbug. E-mail in advance of grocery delivery - the one unavailable item was the main ingredient for dinner tonight (pork steaks). I have alternative meat/fish - but all frozen solid. So it'll be the pasta in mushroom sauce.
Getting cloudier by the hours, so electing to stay in the warm and knit.
Palm Sunday having happened (but for some reason without the procession), laundry is now laundering, and if the weather's still nice* once it's done I might have an amble down to Tessie's for a spot of stocking-up (I need to get pasta twists and creme fraiche, probably among other things).
* It's a bonny day, although, as Firenze observed, cooler than it's been. It must be getting generally warmer though, as my last £100 electricity top-up lasted over a month - the first time it's done that since September.
I went to church the scenic route so I could take part in a publicity shot for a couple of our Local Elections candidates. Then this afternoon I went and delivered a load of leaflets on behalf of one of the other candidates. I think I've done enough politics today and intend to not do much the rest of the day. I managed to find some vegan hot cross buns on the way home from leafleting so I'm going to toast one of those with a cup of the posh tea I brought from a new specialist shop that opened yesterday.
... I wonder what happened at Your Place, @Piglet to prevent it?
I'm not quite sure - Rev'd Rosie wittered a bit at the beginning, but as she was using the pocket mike (which I find difficult to hear) I didn't catch what she said.
It was a pity though, as it was a good day for it, and it would have involved very little actual outsideness - out the side door, through a covered passage, briefly outside again and in through the front.
We started with the Gospel, then sang Ride on, ride on, and had All glory, laud and honour at the end.
Predictably, as soon as I set foot outside to go to Tessie's, it started to rain, but not really in a very convincing way, and I got there and back more-or-less dry. Now that I'm home, the sky is (of course) once again a beautiful blue ... 🙃
Prawn and mushroom stroganoff for supper, I think.
... I wonder what happened at Your Place, @Piglet to prevent it?
I'm not quite sure - Rev'd Rosie wittered a bit at the beginning, but as she was using the pocket mike (which I find difficult to hear) I didn't catch what she said.
It was a pity though, as it was a good day for it, and it would have involved very little actual outsideness - out the side door, through a covered passage, briefly outside again and in through the front.
We started with the Gospel, then sang Ride on, ride on, and had All glory, laud and honour at the end.
<snip>
Hmm. ISTM that one really needs a fair bit of space for the Procession, either outside, or inside if the church is large. Ours takes in a small section of street, but isn't long enough to accommodate all the verses of All glory, laud and honour...notwithstanding which, all the verses are duly sung!
We walked out of the front garden of the church, about 20 yards down the road and in the front entrance. They are doing road works outside the church so the singing was accompanied by a digger moving stuff around.
Our procession is between one village church and the next, just under a mile apart, as one church is way outside the village it serves. Both are beautiful and surrounded by grass. There is no paved or tarmac path through the churchyards.
We are off to foie gras land tomorrow. The main activity of my weekend has been making a new pair of pyjamas so I could take them with me. My wardrobe contained warm winter jamas and very lightweight summer jamas but nothing in between.
The bottoms were made by adapting the bottom half of a jumpsuit pattern in my collection, and the top from a slightly altered version of this (nowhere near so low cut, and with elastic in the back because the saggy floppy cut of the original was doing nothing for me). They're now waiting in my suitcase ready to take off tomorrow.
New pyjamas are on my list of things to make when I am finally free of marking. I have lots of jersey in cute childish prints leftover from making children’s clothes years ago, as well as bamboo velour which dyes beautifully.
Another day of sorting out the study/office. But I can at least find all my sewing stuff and my sewing machines have dedicated desks.
There was a Procession at Our Place yesterday too. (That word always makes me think of the bit at the beginning of 'The Elephant's Child' in the Just So Stories - "That very next morning, when there was nothing left of the Equinoxes, because the Precession had preceded according to precedent...") Some of the children dressed up and Proceeded around the church wheeling a wooden donkey... unfortunately without Jesus because the child designated to, and dressed up for, that role bottled out at the last minute.
Near disaster in the swimming pool this morning. We were in the foyer when a charming wee girl and her mum came in.
Wee girl - A rectangle, Mummy!
Mummy - Well done! Now can you spot a circle?
Wee girl - There's a circle! And (hitting a red box on the wall) that's a square!
The red box was the wheelchair-accessible fire alarm. We all froze briefly, but fortunately she hadn't hit it hard enough to set it off.
I can't imagine having to evacuate the main pool during Seniors swim, and ending up with a group of dripping pensioners in their cossies standing in the car park would be fun.
We walked out of the front garden of the church, about 20 yards down the road and in the front entrance. They are doing road works outside the church so the singing was accompanied by a digger moving stuff around.
Near disaster in the swimming pool this morning. We were in the foyer when a charming wee girl and her mum came in.
Phew! I've been feeling a bit under the weather for the last fortnight (like a mild dose of Covid but the rest came up negative) so haven't been swimming during that time. I must get back to it, hopefully tomorrow.
I wasn't wearing my glasses so couldn't see clearly but what I took to be the same mother was continuing on the educational theme in the showers And now can you wash your elbow? Well done! And now can you wash your ankle?
I was hoping for clavicle or metatarsals, but elbow seemed to be as complex as it got.
The child was clearly enjoying herself so well done, Mum!
It's refreshing to hear of a mother taking an interest in her child.
I see so many young women on the streets around Arkland who are so wrapped up in their mobile phone conversations (or whatever) that they don't appear to be relating in any way to the infant in the push-chair, or the toddler about to step out in front of a bus.
It is to be hoped that the said toddler is at least wearing clean underclothes...
ION, another Sun-Shiny and breezy day in Arkland the Washed (some light overnight Rain has settled the dust), and the usual Monday Expotition has been made to Tess Coe. In a desperate attempt to relieve ennui, I've purchased some Hot Smoked Sweet Chilli Salmon Fillets which may well be eaten for Lunch on Good Friday.
I too get very sad when I see people ignoring their children in favour of their mobile phones. I guess if the fire alarm had gone off it would have been another learning moment.
I walked to my Pilates class today and then back home via a friend's house to pick up more election leaflets, and Waitrose to pick up dinner for tonight.
I'm about to start on my neglected knitting after doing a bit of weeding. My husband is re-roofing the sheds and I've promised to help pick up bits of old shed roof later. Oh what fun.
That reminds me that I spent part of a Palm Sunday afternoon many lustra ago putting new felt on the roof of an ancient shed in the garden of My Old Dad.
Fun it was not, though Mrs BF may have enjoyed picking up the bits of old felt I was throwing down...
My rockery is now finished. It has been a work in progress for nearly a year. We’ll see how well the plants flourish before deciding if more are needed. I’m pleased with it. Much better than the mess where a small pond had dried up. Son also tidied the front garden. Maybe I should mow the back lawn before the rain tomorrow.
One of many wagons used by the railway industry for maintenance etc, and all names after fish and other sea creatures (there are Sturgeons and Dolphins and Seacows and Sharks, for instance). I have no idea why these names were chosen!
One of many wagons used by the railway industry for maintenance etc, and all names after fish and other sea creatures (there are Sturgeons and Dolphins and Seacows and Sharks, for instance). I have no idea why these names were chosen!
This may belong to the Railway thread, but I'm told that many of these names originated on the Great Western Railway.
A company that could refer to its goods brake vans as *Toads* is capable of anything...
I too get very sad when I see people ignoring their children in favour of their mobile phones.
Plus ça change - when I were a lad we were ignored in favour of newspapers.
Parents then were very good at displaying their current feelings towards their offspring (irritated, annoyed, any more of that and you'll be in a different room, possibly nursing something smarting) via rustling of newspapers.
When my son was four he pointed to what I thought was my elbow and said "what are these called" so I told him.
The next time we were out shopping he pointed to a rather well endowed lady and said, not so quietly, "Wow mummy, that lady has REALLY big elbows!"
The weather has broken; although I got to work more-or-less dry this morning, it turned the taps on while I was at Tessie's at lunchtime, and I got rather damp coming back. It's cooler as well: socks have been reapplied. It was a nice summer while it lasted ...
I'm taking at least part of the blame: I ordered a pair of sandals on the interweb at the weekend, and they arrived today (impressive!). As I had other things to carry home, I left them in the office, as I thought it unlikely I'd be wanting to wear them tomorrow.
Work was marginally busier than it should have been, what with people being off on holiday, but I got nearly everything done. I doubt that the same will be said for tomorrow, as L will be back.
Quick supper of cold meat and salads; it's our turn for the ecumenical Holy Week service this evening, so we've got sung Evensong at 7:30, and I didn't want to be faffing about.
When my son was four he pointed to what I thought was my elbow and said "what are these called" so I told him.
The next time we were out shopping he pointed to a rather well endowed lady and said, not so quietly, "Wow mummy, that lady has REALLY big elbows!"
It’s probably fortunate that you didn’t correctly identify what he was originally pointing at…
A long day with the usual Monday morning admin followed by 5 hours of marking. Tea will be pigeon breasts, possibly cooked in a red Thai curry sauce with mushrooms and peppers.
I too get very sad when I see people ignoring their children in favour of their mobile phones.
Plus ça change - when I were a lad we were ignored in favour of newspapers.
Parents then were very good at displaying their current feelings towards their offspring (irritated, annoyed, any more of that and you'll be in a different room, possibly nursing something smarting) via rustling of newspapers.
I think you must be channelling My Old Dad...
Actually, he wasn't a harsh, unfair, or violent man in any way whatsoever, but he (and My Old Mum) did make it quite clear if my behaviour was Unacceptable...
One of our son's first complete sentences was 'stop reading the Guardian', so you probably have a point @KarlLB .
Bits of shed roof have been picked up and the new roofing is in place but not clued down or finished off yet. That is probably a job for Thursday as the next two days look a bit wet.
Alas! it looks as though even Arkland the Arid will see some more Rain before the Eostre weekend.
This interferes with My Arrangements, as some minor patch Paint Ing of the Ark is (or was) intended. Still, the paint won't go off until I open the tin, so I can cheerfully put off, until whenever, what I wanted to do tomorrow!
Ooh - thanks for reminding me - I have some HCBs which will go down a treat with a nice cup of tea.
The weather here seems to have improved considerably for the moment - it was sunny and pleasant when I went over the road, and there's the remains of a rather good sunset.
The service went very well; there was a goodly congregation, and we sang con gusto molto. We even made a decent fist of the psalm and canticles.
I too get very sad when I see people ignoring their children in favour of their mobile phones.
Plus ça change - when I were a lad we were ignored in favour of newspapers.
Parents then were very good at displaying their current feelings towards their offspring (irritated, annoyed, any more of that and you'll be in a different room, possibly nursing something smarting) via rustling of newspapers.
I think you must be channelling My Old Dad...
Mine too. Not so much in what was said to me as I was A Good Little Girl (Till I Met You) but definitely being ignored in favour of newspapers. My father used to sit at the meal table with the crossword beside him, which I guess is the Olden Day equivalent of Mr Nen having his phone by his side (if not actually in his hand) at all times.
In other news, we've had a bit of welcome rain this afternoon and it's Decidedly Chilly this evening. I think a Hot Water Bottle might be called for.
A mixture of Sun Shine and Cloud in Arkland the Refreshed, after some quite heavy Rain overnight. More Rain is forecast, after which it seems set reasonably fair for the Eostre weekend.
A good Pilates session was followed by a nice Brunch (full English breakfast and a glass of WINE) at my local bistro.
Comments
I did a load of washing, not to waste the weather, hauled a bag of compost near to my potting table, pricked out some seedlings and sowed more seeds.
Other than the trip to the surgery Mr RoS has dozed in an armchair all day. Seems to have become his normal Saturday occupation. Seems a waste of such a lovely day.
* The uselessness of this Tablet has been manifested in its autocorrecting "kipper" to "killer" and asking if I want to add "kipper" to its vocabulary. It didn't recognise "pilchards" either; I sometimes wonder if English is its first language ...
Lunch was leftover Chinese takeaway. I am not sure what tea is, I asked Mr Heavenly what we were having about an hour ago but he seems to have forgotten.
Yes, I also eat Sardines, Kippers, and other (presumably) Happy British Fishes. In fact, Kippers are on the menu for breakfast tomorrow...
I was given tonight’s meal by my son-in-law, a lamb casserole, and a slice of cake I’m saving for tomorrow.
I am now officially Exhausted and planning to crawl into bed shortly.
Grocery delivery this afternoon, which I hope will contain something I can make for dinner.
I assume today will be another day of moving things around. But I am enjoying my office, I like the peace and quiet of being alone in a tidy room for a change. And it is nice to be in the garden in spring.
Getting cloudier by the hours, so electing to stay in the warm and knit.
* It's a bonny day, although, as Firenze observed, cooler than it's been. It must be getting generally warmer though, as my last £100 electricity top-up lasted over a month - the first time it's done that since September.
AFAIK the Procession happened at Our Place, though my Spy has not yet reported in. I wonder what happened at Your Place @Piglet to prevent it?
Even if no procession is possible, at least the liturgy could start with All glory, laud and honour.
It was a pity though, as it was a good day for it, and it would have involved very little actual outsideness - out the side door, through a covered passage, briefly outside again and in through the front.
We started with the Gospel, then sang Ride on, ride on, and had All glory, laud and honour at the end.
Predictably, as soon as I set foot outside to go to Tessie's, it started to rain, but not really in a very convincing way, and I got there and back more-or-less dry. Now that I'm home, the sky is (of course) once again a beautiful blue ... 🙃
Prawn and mushroom stroganoff for supper, I think.
Hmm. ISTM that one really needs a fair bit of space for the Procession, either outside, or inside if the church is large. Ours takes in a small section of street, but isn't long enough to accommodate all the verses of All glory, laud and honour...notwithstanding which, all the verses are duly sung!
The bottoms were made by adapting the bottom half of a jumpsuit pattern in my collection, and the top from a slightly altered version of this (nowhere near so low cut, and with elastic in the back because the saggy floppy cut of the original was doing nothing for me). They're now waiting in my suitcase ready to take off tomorrow.
Another day of sorting out the study/office. But I can at least find all my sewing stuff and my sewing machines have dedicated desks.
Hazy sunshine here today, with a chilly breeze.
Wee girl - A rectangle, Mummy!
Mummy - Well done! Now can you spot a circle?
Wee girl - There's a circle! And (hitting a red box on the wall) that's a square!
The red box was the wheelchair-accessible fire alarm. We all froze briefly, but fortunately she hadn't hit it hard enough to set it off.
I can't imagine having to evacuate the main pool during Seniors swim, and ending up with a group of dripping pensioners in their cossies standing in the car park would be fun.
At least it wasn't a pneumatic drill.
I wasn't wearing my glasses so couldn't see clearly but what I took to be the same mother was continuing on the educational theme in the showers And now can you wash your elbow? Well done! And now can you wash your ankle?
I was hoping for clavicle or metatarsals, but elbow seemed to be as complex as it got.
The child was clearly enjoying herself so well done, Mum!
I see so many young women on the streets around Arkland who are so wrapped up in their mobile phone conversations (or whatever) that they don't appear to be relating in any way to the infant in the push-chair, or the toddler about to step out in front of a bus.
It is to be hoped that the said toddler is at least wearing clean underclothes...
ION, another Sun-Shiny and breezy day in Arkland the Washed (some light overnight Rain has settled the dust), and the usual Monday Expotition has been made to Tess Coe. In a desperate attempt to relieve ennui, I've purchased some Hot Smoked Sweet Chilli Salmon Fillets
SCAMPI n'FRIES today, though.
I walked to my Pilates class today and then back home via a friend's house to pick up more election leaflets, and Waitrose to pick up dinner for tonight.
I'm about to start on my neglected knitting after doing a bit of weeding. My husband is re-roofing the sheds and I've promised to help pick up bits of old shed roof later. Oh what fun.
Fun it was not, though Mrs BF may have enjoyed picking up the bits of old felt I was throwing down...
When my son was four he pointed to what I thought was my elbow and said "what are these called" so I told him.
The next time we were out shopping he pointed to a rather well endowed lady and said, not so quietly, "Wow mummy, that lady has REALLY big elbows!"
No.
For them as wot dunno, that's a picshur of a wagon known as a Pilchard.
This may belong to the Railway thread, but I'm told that many of these names originated on the Great Western Railway.
A company that could refer to its goods brake vans as *Toads* is capable of anything...
Plus ça change - when I were a lad we were ignored in favour of newspapers.
Parents then were very good at displaying their current feelings towards their offspring (irritated, annoyed, any more of that and you'll be in a different room, possibly nursing something smarting) via rustling of newspapers.
The weather has broken; although I got to work more-or-less dry this morning, it turned the taps on while I was at Tessie's at lunchtime, and I got rather damp coming back. It's cooler as well: socks have been reapplied. It was a nice summer while it lasted ...
I'm taking at least part of the blame: I ordered a pair of sandals on the interweb at the weekend, and they arrived today (impressive!). As I had other things to carry home, I left them in the office, as I thought it unlikely I'd be wanting to wear them tomorrow.
Work was marginally busier than it should have been, what with people being off on holiday, but I got nearly everything done. I doubt that the same will be said for tomorrow, as L will be back.
Quick supper of cold meat and salads; it's our turn for the ecumenical Holy Week service this evening, so we've got sung Evensong at 7:30, and I didn't want to be faffing about.
A long day with the usual Monday morning admin followed by 5 hours of marking. Tea will be pigeon breasts, possibly cooked in a red Thai curry sauce with mushrooms and peppers.
I think you must be channelling My Old Dad...
Actually, he wasn't a harsh, unfair, or violent man in any way whatsoever, but he (and My Old Mum) did make it quite clear if my behaviour was Unacceptable...
Bits of shed roof have been picked up and the new roofing is in place but not clued down or finished off yet. That is probably a job for Thursday as the next two days look a bit wet.
This interferes with My Arrangements, as some minor patch Paint Ing of the Ark is (or was) intended. Still, the paint won't go off until I open the tin, so I can cheerfully put off, until whenever, what I wanted to do tomorrow!
I must console myself by buying some HCBs.
The weather here seems to have improved considerably for the moment - it was sunny and pleasant when I went over the road, and there's the remains of a rather good sunset.
The service went very well; there was a goodly congregation, and we sang con gusto molto. We even made a decent fist of the psalm and canticles.
Mine too. Not so much in what was said to me as I was A Good Little Girl (Till I Met You) but definitely being ignored in favour of newspapers. My father used to sit at the meal table with the crossword beside him, which I guess is the Olden Day equivalent of Mr Nen having his phone by his side (if not actually in his hand) at all times.
In other news, we've had a bit of welcome rain this afternoon and it's Decidedly Chilly this evening. I think a Hot Water Bottle might be called for.
A good Pilates session was followed by a nice Brunch (full English breakfast and a glass of WINE) at my local bistro.
But the sun isn't over the yardarm (or whatever) yet ...
Fixed coding - Nenya, All Saints Host
WINE can be taken with a meal at any time after 12 noon, which works out fine for post-Pilates brunch at about 1pm...
Ardent Spirits have to wait until after 5pm.