Apart from writing a poem or two, transforming Henry's bedroom and sorting through online recipes I've had very little to do...
The poems I've penned lately have pleased me. Coming as they do out of the blue and without any effort on my part.
My creative angels have been whipping their wings till they bleed. Bless you and thank you darlings, your super human efforts have made me believe in myself once again.
Making H's room fit for humans has been pleasurable. The carpet looks fab and today I bought a pair of second hand crushed velvet type curtains in a sweet shade of peach, they will be hung tomorrow. Rumours abound that Henry is being let out of hospital tonight, but he's been saying this for a week. We shall see.
And leafing through recipes on the look out for something divine has proved fruitful. Found a few things which sent my taste buds wild. Apricot Brioche Tart being one of them. Possibly have it the weekend.
Talking of food...
Cooking tonight. Minestrone soup and garlic bread followed by Lemon Puddle pudding and cream. Haven't made this for yonks, so am looking forward to splitting the feather light sponge and finding a sweet sharp lemony custard hiding underneath. Yummy!
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