Cup of tea by my side and a quick natter before my day truly begins..

Here's one of my favourite pics of all time. Me 28, Chiefy, my first cat, very young.

Last night's Port 'n chicken casserole was yummy, pools of Porty sauce coloured the mash mauvey. Chicken meat falling of the bones and flakes of darkened herbs spread about like deaded insects. LOL!

Today's gastronomic treat will be nothing like yesterday's.
Probably something late with a sausage.

Today, after I've dosed Mother up on drugs and washed her hair and fiddled with her gnarled horrible old feet, I'll settle on the settee with me cooking books fingering them hopefully.
Guests Saturday...

If I can rouse myself I might, later after several cups of tea, plant some more flowers, itching to do me Magnolia Tree, only concern, the weather forecast. Could a sudden snow drop kill the baby tree?
Will definitely put out the last Sweet Pea.
Ooodles of others to put in the ground but they can wait.
By the way my New Compost Bin is filling nicely, can't wait till I can lift the little door and scoopper out my very own rich mix.
That reminds me, I'm quids in on account of not giving in to the latest Avon catalogue.

Now I must glide away. A sink full of dishes await. Just wait till I get my claws on Mr Horsehound, the no good tripehound.

Another Monday ! Another Soup!

God, it's 'still' out there.

My road is like a film set and I feel I am the only actor on it...
Nothing and I mean nothing is stirring, not even a carrier bag or sweet wrapper is floating by, there are no elderly people shuffling along or buggy pushing mums pulling toddlers in their wake. There are no people.
Even the unkempt bushes at number 98 are motionless. It's all a bit eerie. But eerie can be soothing I suppose. And I need soothing because I've just returned from an unproductive walk to my local charity shop. It was unproductive on account of it being closed, and will remain closed until the 15th, so no frocks and bric-a-brac for a while.

But let's not harp on about today let me harp on about the weekend.

The weekend was good.
It consisted of listening in amazement to the the dire football match on Saturday night, it was dire due to the fact that the England team struggled to blast plucky annoying Andorra into outer space.
And me? Well I'm still recovering but not altogether unsurprised. I think the England team need a kick up the arse.

Had a nice piece of Pork and a trifle on Sunday.
Had a trifle because I haven't had a trifle for a little while and I think trifles are funny, well my trifles are, because they wobble and anything that wobbles is funny. Trifles are a British invention and I think we have the Victorians to thank for this most silly of puds, anyway whoever invented it, I'm very glad they did.

And so after giggling my way through some over cooked Pork and two plates of trifle, I had another glass of Port and a lie down because I think a lie down is essential on a Sunday!
Pork, Port, Trifle or not!

Today's lunch was Leek and Potato soup followed by Corned Beef and pickle followed by the last sagging bits of Sunday's trifle. (I always make enough soup, casserole, trifle or cake to last two days, this domestic cunning stems from my austere up-bringing, and not because I'm a unskilled housewife!)


Now a fresh pot of tea! :)