A Lady's Work. A Few Delicate Thoughts.

After doing the grocery run I indulged in a lightening tuna salad then took out my Swiss Army knife. This excellent tool was needed to dissemble a horrible white bookcase which has seen better days. It is now in bits:) I don't think I ever truly took to it, after all I'm more of an Ash or Pine girl.

Having wild womanly moments is quite normal for me. My madcap ideas usually coming in the afternoon, today was no exception. But why I ask myself does it always include the heaving or dismantling of heavy stuff? Why can't I just flick a feather duster around like normal goddesses, why do I insist on doing man's work?
Because that's what I've always done. Man's work doesn't bother me in the slightest. Once I even took down a tree, and I do mean tree, it wasn't some piddling bush.

But that was then this is now, and now I'm in a red raged flutter (find out why later on) because I'm wilting, annoyed, and desperately in need of a cup of tea and and a digestive biscuit.
Friday's shouldn't be about screwdrivers Fridays should be about top hats and dancing.

Cooking tonight in a ladylike manner:
Fish Pie made with small amounts of salmon and medium amounts of cod and smoked haddock these fine sea dwellers will be topped with a sour cream mashed potato.
For pud, banana with butterscotch sauce and ice cream.

Before gathering together this good food I need to think deeply (yeah right) about an offer I've had...
My old employer, the king with two artificial hips and rusty crown, has offered me my old job back. I saw him waddle up my path and thought 'Oh no, now what'.....He didn't ring my bell, preferring to put a letter through my letterbox. Inside on thick beige paper was his ridiculous blue and old gold crest which reminded me just how silly he was. In this contrite tome he said he'd had a mental and physical hiatus and has lost four stone and that I (me, Gloria) really did enjoy working for him!!!
No mention of money however. Typical.
The super happy cats were mentioned alongside his diabetes, his new bathroom and the re-arrangement of Tupperware boxes.
The unbelievable gall of the man...


The sun is out and I'm fresh faced:)
And if I could do anything RIGHT NOW, it would be to jump into a car, any car, and be taken to a reputable ale house for a tinkling cider cup. I'd sit outside in the sun wearing a sparkling necklace tiptapping my tiny feet on a man of some substance. Then back in the jag or car of equal splendour for the quick zip to a curry emporium. The Masoom in Shoebury do a very fair Butter Chicken. I like this establishment because they once gave me a blue mug;)

Now fish:)

Ta ta!