On the tube a young girl asked me if I'd like her seat.
I didn't know whether to kiss her or kill her.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
I'm all go Glo!
After the shop run and a natter with Desmond about bird tables I left my boots on and proceeded to cook...
14 Soda Rolls.
1 Large tropical trifle
5 Small non-tropical trifles
2 pints of Lentil Bolognaise.
2 and a bit pints of Minestrone soup.
A whopping great Bread Pudding.
A pound of glazed parsnips.
And 4 pork chops.
Just so you know I haven't suddenly got greedy let me explain.
Half the rolls, half the soup, all of the bread pudding and 1 large tropical trifle will be taken to The Lovelies tomorrow. Along with shop bought crisps and truffles.
There the food parcel ends.
The parsnips (bless their hearts) are the accompaniment to the chops. 3 of which are for our tea, the remainder being for Mr H.'s munchbox tomorrow. Sliced thinly and sandwiched together with some apple sauce and lettuce it will provide sustenance till he gets his Thursday night lentils...
The mini trifles will satisfy our sweet teeth over the next few days. Nothing so sweet as a small creamy dessert in a tiny cup.
Am loving the darts coverage on BBC2, will watch a bit later on then watch the final 50 of the 'greatest stand-up comedian of all time'. Mr. Horsehound might be there next year, providing of course they love him at his next gig. Yes, the funny man with the straight face is set to please the crowds in Richmond in a few weeks.
Now I must fly...My chops need turning:)
After the shop run and a natter with Desmond about bird tables I left my boots on and proceeded to cook...
14 Soda Rolls.
1 Large tropical trifle
5 Small non-tropical trifles
2 pints of Lentil Bolognaise.
2 and a bit pints of Minestrone soup.
A whopping great Bread Pudding.
A pound of glazed parsnips.
And 4 pork chops.
Just so you know I haven't suddenly got greedy let me explain.
Half the rolls, half the soup, all of the bread pudding and 1 large tropical trifle will be taken to The Lovelies tomorrow. Along with shop bought crisps and truffles.
There the food parcel ends.
The parsnips (bless their hearts) are the accompaniment to the chops. 3 of which are for our tea, the remainder being for Mr H.'s munchbox tomorrow. Sliced thinly and sandwiched together with some apple sauce and lettuce it will provide sustenance till he gets his Thursday night lentils...
The mini trifles will satisfy our sweet teeth over the next few days. Nothing so sweet as a small creamy dessert in a tiny cup.
Am loving the darts coverage on BBC2, will watch a bit later on then watch the final 50 of the 'greatest stand-up comedian of all time'. Mr. Horsehound might be there next year, providing of course they love him at his next gig. Yes, the funny man with the straight face is set to please the crowds in Richmond in a few weeks.
Now I must fly...My chops need turning:)
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Have just pulled myself away from the t.v. where we were watching 'District 13' a French film, which shows a dystopic vision set in walled-off banlieues where tooled-up gangs vie for territory and power. Could only watch half an hour on account of needing plenty of sleep in order to be alert for tomorrow's trip to Sainsburys.
Will watch the rest tomorrow afternoon, probably with a fancy.
Goodnight all.
Will watch the rest tomorrow afternoon, probably with a fancy.
Goodnight all.
Oh my Lord is that the time?
Everything gone according to plan.
Furniture moved, recipe books re-located, jugs and other kitchenalia tidied and re-arranged according to height and where they stand in my affections.
As the men with arrows aimed at the bull I made a Chunky Chicken and Vegetable Pie. The chunks being of a vegetable nature, had to resort to this on account of not having much left in the way of chicken. Resourceful is my middle name.
On 'freeze frame' as I type is Gladiator, the bit where he takes command of the other gladiators before hordes of baddies traipse out into the arena. I love this part:) Maniacal charioteers being slaughtered by Maximus and his mates. What is it about victory that is so arousing?
So tonight I'll serve up a nice brown pie in a re-vamped kitchen. Put my old plastic sunflowers in a tall unchipped jug by the way. (Looks quite imperious on the windowsill alongside the washing up liquid).
To go with the pie... probably beans.
Everything gone according to plan.
Furniture moved, recipe books re-located, jugs and other kitchenalia tidied and re-arranged according to height and where they stand in my affections.
As the men with arrows aimed at the bull I made a Chunky Chicken and Vegetable Pie. The chunks being of a vegetable nature, had to resort to this on account of not having much left in the way of chicken. Resourceful is my middle name.
On 'freeze frame' as I type is Gladiator, the bit where he takes command of the other gladiators before hordes of baddies traipse out into the arena. I love this part:) Maniacal charioteers being slaughtered by Maximus and his mates. What is it about victory that is so arousing?
So tonight I'll serve up a nice brown pie in a re-vamped kitchen. Put my old plastic sunflowers in a tall unchipped jug by the way. (Looks quite imperious on the windowsill alongside the washing up liquid).
To go with the pie... probably beans.
New Year, New Paint, New Hair, Old Dressing Gown
Kitchen needs an overhaul...Will paint the walls when the weather improves. Probably delicate yellow or limp green. I like yellow. I like green. But not in clothing. Funny that.
Must take care of my fingers. They are no longer the chubby puds of youth, more like spindly twigs of agedness. Keep looking at them, don't do anything of course apart from late night rubbing in of Petroleum jelly. Also slathered eyelashes in the jelbo, woke sometime this morning resembling a shiny vicious spider:)
Fed the birds in my dressing gown, (God my DG is disgusting) and the birdies are none too happy with the stuff bought down the road. Images of traumatised tits shrieking with rage as the old girl dishes out yet more cut price feed is harming me. I will, I promise, go all the way to Purdeys's Industrial Estate wherein I will purchase mealy worms, nuts and other nutritious things. I can't afford to lose more friends. Friends? A great little word. But what are friends? People you can't shrug off.
Hair, my hair! It's licking my neck and flicking outwards over my ears, gone is gamin Glo, and hello to fingers-in-the-socket-Glo" I like it!
Haven't been out of bed much for er.... days. Delicate old stained duvet littered with porridge droppings, jelly tots and cold mayonnaised farfalle. Decided after all the madness of the past couple of months to get down under the covers and stay there till the new year. So that's what we did. So dulled by relaxation were we that we even watched bad movies.....'The Incredible Hulk' and 'Catwoman'. Other interests were Celebrity Mastermind, On the Buses, and Al Jazeera.
Rest is fab but rest doesn't get furniture polished and moved, lashes brushed and blackened or hair puffed and tweaked so.... off with the Disgusting Red Dressing Gown and on with the job:)
Darts is on too!
Must take care of my fingers. They are no longer the chubby puds of youth, more like spindly twigs of agedness. Keep looking at them, don't do anything of course apart from late night rubbing in of Petroleum jelly. Also slathered eyelashes in the jelbo, woke sometime this morning resembling a shiny vicious spider:)
Fed the birds in my dressing gown, (God my DG is disgusting) and the birdies are none too happy with the stuff bought down the road. Images of traumatised tits shrieking with rage as the old girl dishes out yet more cut price feed is harming me. I will, I promise, go all the way to Purdeys's Industrial Estate wherein I will purchase mealy worms, nuts and other nutritious things. I can't afford to lose more friends. Friends? A great little word. But what are friends? People you can't shrug off.
Hair, my hair! It's licking my neck and flicking outwards over my ears, gone is gamin Glo, and hello to fingers-in-the-socket-Glo" I like it!
Haven't been out of bed much for er.... days. Delicate old stained duvet littered with porridge droppings, jelly tots and cold mayonnaised farfalle. Decided after all the madness of the past couple of months to get down under the covers and stay there till the new year. So that's what we did. So dulled by relaxation were we that we even watched bad movies.....'The Incredible Hulk' and 'Catwoman'. Other interests were Celebrity Mastermind, On the Buses, and Al Jazeera.
Rest is fab but rest doesn't get furniture polished and moved, lashes brushed and blackened or hair puffed and tweaked so.... off with the Disgusting Red Dressing Gown and on with the job:)
Darts is on too!
Monday, 3 January 2011
Bread and Nutter Pudding!
I am chubby with happiness over my new invention (actually a variation on an old theme but no-one else has come up with it yet, so I'm claiming it as MINE!)
Spread 8 slices of crustless white bread with a little butter or marg then cover with a generous amount of Nutella * The bread will probably get ripped, but don't worry just pat it together, it'll be alright.
Sandwich together.
Cut into triangles.
Place in a large buttered baking dish.
Scatter over a fair amount of sugar, I used half granulated and half soft brown.
Mix together 500 ml milk, a tablespoon or so of cocoa and two eggs. Whisk this well.
Strain over the bread and leave to soak for a little while. Poking down any obstinate pieces of bread.
Bake in a hot oven. Gas number 6 or the electric equivalent for about an hour. It'll be ready to eat when the bread is puffed and no liquid can be seen. Give it a poke, if its cooked the knife will come out clean.
I served ours with a meagre amount of double cream and it was FANTASTIC!
Chocolate goo.
* Don't be tempted to use 'own brand' hazelnut chocolate spreads, they are not as good as 'Nutella'. Don't refrigerate Nutella. Otherwise it will turn from a firm sweety mass into a mound of brown calorific concrete.
No knife, however sharp, will be able to make a dent.
Hope you all like:)
Spread 8 slices of crustless white bread with a little butter or marg then cover with a generous amount of Nutella * The bread will probably get ripped, but don't worry just pat it together, it'll be alright.
Sandwich together.
Cut into triangles.
Place in a large buttered baking dish.
Scatter over a fair amount of sugar, I used half granulated and half soft brown.
Mix together 500 ml milk, a tablespoon or so of cocoa and two eggs. Whisk this well.
Strain over the bread and leave to soak for a little while. Poking down any obstinate pieces of bread.
Bake in a hot oven. Gas number 6 or the electric equivalent for about an hour. It'll be ready to eat when the bread is puffed and no liquid can be seen. Give it a poke, if its cooked the knife will come out clean.
I served ours with a meagre amount of double cream and it was FANTASTIC!
Chocolate goo.
* Don't be tempted to use 'own brand' hazelnut chocolate spreads, they are not as good as 'Nutella'. Don't refrigerate Nutella. Otherwise it will turn from a firm sweety mass into a mound of brown calorific concrete.
No knife, however sharp, will be able to make a dent.
Hope you all like:)
Saturday, 1 January 2011
:) Hi ya 2011
Further mentions of sausages will be halted.
Likewise in detail descriptions of old people's ailments. I will endeavour to keep all future posts light but without the overt over- the- top girly pinkiness of which I am sometimes guilty of.
With all this.....You'll be pleased to hear I'll still be Glo...
As showers of rainbowed fireworks said Hi to 2011 I was asleep.
No bang bang keeping ME awake.
Therefore after ten hours of earthy sleep I woke refreshed and creased.
Mr Horsehound however is shattered:) Lucky me. Oh God I can't be dealing with HIS desires so soon into the new year.
I'm in a spiffingly good mood today so will, after penning this cracking post, have the toasted crumpet which awaits! (Mr H. behaving impeccably by doing my breakfast) then after breakfast I think I'll just mooch around.
2011...not a bad start
Likewise in detail descriptions of old people's ailments. I will endeavour to keep all future posts light but without the overt over- the- top girly pinkiness of which I am sometimes guilty of.
With all this.....You'll be pleased to hear I'll still be Glo...
As showers of rainbowed fireworks said Hi to 2011 I was asleep.
No bang bang keeping ME awake.
Therefore after ten hours of earthy sleep I woke refreshed and creased.
Mr Horsehound however is shattered:) Lucky me. Oh God I can't be dealing with HIS desires so soon into the new year.
I'm in a spiffingly good mood today so will, after penning this cracking post, have the toasted crumpet which awaits! (Mr H. behaving impeccably by doing my breakfast) then after breakfast I think I'll just mooch around.
2011...not a bad start
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