A bit of my day

Like this but two of 'em

I'm sure he's a lovely man

Me in my 'Alex' same sun, same shades, different day!

As a food fanatic I love it when, on a hot afternoon in September, I find a recipe gem.
This new recipe, which has me cavorting around the drawing room is called Basque Chicken Pie and it's in one of my latest cookery books, Hamlyn's Best of Baking....
Anyway readers, if the colourful pic is anything to go by we're in for a treat. Unlike 'ordinary' pies, which have 'ordinary' pastry shells, this beauty is made using bread dough so the excitement mounts...
Its filling is rich with cooked sliced chicken, chunks of ham, red and green peppers, fresh tomatoes and garlic. Not sure what I'll serve it with, some kind of green vegetable probably, but not sprouts.
I have a feeling in my bones that this exotic sounding pie will taste luscious served cold with warm garlic bread and greenish salad. I can't wait to get on it.


What else...Oh yes... Mr Miliband stating in his conference speech (which tv viewers had the misfortune to miss part of due to something going down or something) but radio listeners got it all, copping the full whack, anyway what I saw and heard was so familiar..."I'm not Tony Blair, I'm not Gordon Brown, I'm my own man" warbled the Wallace lookeylikey.
Well take me out and thrash me with a red flag if I haven't heard this kind of clap trap before. Admittedly Mr Miliband is newish to the game, but compared to Tone his style was colourless and lacked fizz..and compared to Kinnock's oratory skills, Miliband was a non-starter. Sorry Ed.
An after thought.....I'm being cruel and that's not me, his speech was good, possibly his best. That's enough kindness.

By the way Lisa, came today to do my hair, you remember Lisa she's overly tanned and doesn't charge much (pensioner specials?) She came and before I could say short back and sides she'd Pixiefied me. I adore the way she transforms me. But while she was shaving my neck she confided in me about her latest lodger...apparently he's brought a fish tank with him.

Other news...Went back today for part two of my job interview, and as usual I took a wrong turning, not much of a wrong turning but wiggly enough to demand information from a couple of workman..."I'm looking for the **** joint, I fear I've missed my turning" I said, pulling my sunglasses down. "Oh yes it's the next turning" said the old bloke laughing his overalls off, the younger one, the grungier one, just looked scared.
And so with a wave of my hand and a "Tallyho" I sped off.
It went well did the interview, so now I wait... again...

I'm in a flap over many things, jobs, boys, mothers and my knees but all in all my feathers are looking gooood and I'm certain things can only get better....