Tuesday Doings

Bought a new bird bath/feeder so I can sit on the bench in full mumsy mode watching sparrows, thrushes, robins and collared doves sup and eat.

Whilst mum and me good self sat in hospital waiting room I glanced at my two new cooking mags, the first mag caught my attention on account on the pie pic on the front. The second by the word 'cake'.

Then to charity shop where, as I checked the bags, two gin soaked, overly made up, ageing female vultures surrounded mum picking up from her lap a 50p framed bird embroidery and 25p red Amaretti tin.
I was there in a shot.
"Ooooh that's nice" sqwarked the blonde fingering the picture
"Yes and this tin is lovely too" cackled the other
"Yes and they're coming home with me" I said showing my teeth.
They huffed and sidled away.
Were there really such people about I wondered who would try to get their claws onto a lady-in-a-wheelchair's trinkets. Obviously so. I could have wrung their flame red necks.

On arriving home mum collapsed in the bathroom again so I put the kettle on. She's asleep now in my care and later on we'll eat and watch a good film.

Being cooked tonight a nice Fisherman's Pie served with steamed Broccoli and for sweet, a Chocolate Puddle Pudding.

I love my mum very much.

By the way I looked stunning today, red lippy, swirling multi-coloured skirt, lemon t-shirt, blue and silver necklace, silvery hair up, only flaws in my otherwise perfect appearance are my swollen feet!
Just don't look down people:)

"Yeah my new assistant is a small bird, about this high, not a lotta knowledge but a good gel"

The mucky saga of Capello v. F.A. waddles along, and I'm ecstatic. Nothing puts an extra beat in my heart more than a silly fracas over choice of England Managers.
As long as it isn't Terry O'Neal I'll be alright.

I see Fabio is back on continental soil already, what a rotter. And after all we gave him, millions of English Pounds and all that. Didn't even stay long enough to thank supporters for their support.
Typical Italian.

Well blow you.

England will rise from the cinders like my legs rise when I've had a bad day. Up they come, torn and scarred but willing to give it another go. Backs and Walls and all that.

Talking of Backs. When it gets to night time, round about 9 I'd say, my back gives me what-for. I seek relief by rubbing it but my hands only reach a little way up. I'd ask Mother to rub it but her left elbow is bandaged and her sight isn't very excellent so she's out of the frame. Oh well, we all have our cross to bear.

Going back to Football Catastrophes, I hope England don't have one when playing with the Dutch. Good team, the Netherlands, not a team to ever take lightly, should be feared and respected. Chuffed to hear Pearcey will be in control. always liked and admired Psycho. (See above HOT PIC)The best manager we never had?
I tell you all this kerfuffle over who will lead England into Euro 2012 has put iron in me marrow.

Talking of marrow and meat...I'm making a nice beef stew today, it'll be stacked with tons of root veg...parsnip carrot potato leek all simmered for ages in two oxos. I'll drop eight dumplings in too. By the way last nights chops were lovely but the bungalow walls were almost shattered by the sound made when Mr H and I stuck our spoons into the soft squidgy chocolate puds. There are no words to describe how smashing they were. So I'll stop here!

Must dash I have a new iron to play with..................

Cheerio!

Last night I made a cracking salad.
Had cold smoked mackerel with a couple of new potatoes and a green and red salad. Felt very fit as I shredded the fish flesh and chased a whole baby beet around the plate. But then I smirked. Because the oven timer pinged and I knew my chocolate up-and-over pudding was ready.
After clearing away the fish plates I studied the baked pudding for a moment. It gurgled a bit. Little bubbles of hot mocha sauce appeared up the sides and then disappeared. And then so did the entire pudding:)
I do not feel the same about tinned peaches.
That was last night what about today?

Today.
Hoping to whizz around the castle today. Am in no mood for banter with Henry. So as I pedal my way down the road I'll be thinking of tonight. Tuna and a tight skirt I expect.