A Fresh Start

I had my suspicions.
Even though I was sure I already knew the answer (as she’d ignored my “How’s your weekend going?” questions over the, um, weekend), I had to ask.
“So, did you change your mind and give him another chance after all?”
She looked at me and smiled.
“Well …”
My heart sank.
“… no. But I almost […]

That cat!
When I got home she shouted for her tea, so I obliged.
I popped over to thank WND for caring for her and WND reeled off all the food she’d eaten.
“She had chicken on Saturday, beef on Sunday and tuna tonight and tucked in to all three.”
“Tuna tonight?”
“Yes, at about a quarter to five.”
Grrrr!

Highlight of the weekend, of course, was a woman’s cookery.
Mmmmm … banana muffins and cheese scones.
Mmmmm …

Won’t go into much detail except to say that 80% of eighty year old men have this, according to Sister Susan.
In 38 years, then, I can look forward to a uniformed young lady sticking her … no, no. I said I’d not go into detail.
Dad’s going to be back at the hospital for the […]

Ah, bliss.
The fat bloke’s buggered off somewhere or other and the mad woman from next door is fussing over me twice a day.
This is the life.
Let’s have a party …

I’m off for a weekend in the Land of Song.
Back Monday evening. Have a good weekend, everybody.

What is it about me?
Yesterday saw “progress” with young Stubby, as previously covered in as much depth as you lot are getting (:-)).
I forgot to mention that Twiggy had earlier in the day been over to see me.
“What are the pubs like in Aaalburgh?”, she’d asked.
“There are a couple of decent ones I know of.”
“Great. […]

Nigel was chatting to Tall Andy when I returned to my desk after the flirtathon.
“How much does it cost to hire a hit man?”, he asked, clearly harrassed by someone or other.
“Under £1,000.” I replied, quickly.
He was surprised at the speed of my reply.
“Of course I’m assuming you want someone eliminated. Just roughing someone […]

Blame Daisy - it was her idea.
You know, I think you need a who’s who of characters and commenters - smittee, the bishop, grumpy bloke etc. - might be fun to take the mick too
she wrote.
Well, there’s already the Cast of Characters page, of course, but nothing for all my lovely, lovely regulars. […]

I am forgiven. Very much so, in fact.
We spent most of the afternoon together - working on a slow, slow spreadsheet. As it took 20 minutes to refresh each time I had to change a formula this gave us plenty of time to chat and for me to subtly pump Stubby for information.
We both have […]

I was torn for a title for this post, hence the option above. You’ll see why.
In case you were wondering I did indeed return to the orifice yesterday and put in … ooh … almost seven hours. Felt extremely nervous all morning, calmed down by the afternoon and felt a lot better for […]

[from Tall Andy]

Non-stick foil
The stuff I have definitely ISN’T non-stick, dangnabbit.
A cooling rack (or four)
Yes, I know His Eminence advanced the excellent grill idea yesterday but I’ve found out my grill’s too small to cool more than one batch of scones at once! I’ve baked two more tonight - one to take into work, I hasten […]

Ingredients:

Two parsnips, diced
Two potatoes, diced
A carrot, diced
Update: A red onion, diced
Chick peas, tin
Vegetable stock, 1 pt
Condiments (I used large pinches of sea salt, Update: black pepper, cumin seeds and a wheesh of mixed herbs)
Large heaped teaspoon of mustard

Sauté the potatoes, parsnips and carrot in an inch or so of the stock for a few minutes
Add […]

I made more soup today - to my own recipe, too!
I’d share it with you, had it not turned out to be bland and uninspiring. Oh well, it seems I’m no Renaissance Man - cookery’s clearly not one of my skills

Mine

A couple of dreadful puns follow the

I last visited Roudham in November (as I’m sure you’ll remember).
The light was a little better today, though, so I thought I’d take a few more snaps of the ruined shell of St Andrew’s Church.

Roudham Church

It was awfully blustery out, though, and the wind was cutting through my clothes - enough to persuade me to […]

Not Rod, once again, but non-local Steve.
He was here for about an hour and gave the old boiler a clean bill of health. As he was working away the post arrived - including my gas bill.
“Don’t worry - I won’t take it out on you“, I told him. He didn’t get a slice […]