On the menu today ~

A medium roasted Chicken. Carefully sliced, will last till Wednesday. Usage? Sandwiches and a pie.
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Lots of Steamed Savoy Cabbage. Will use the rest of the large brilliant cabbage during the week. Probably Colcannon to go with sausage and added to Minestrone.
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4 Honeyed Carrots. Chunked, peppered and sweetened.
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3 queerly cut Roast Tatties. Roasted in lard for a crisp finish. Lard is good for you if used wisely.
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A dish of Lemon and Thyme Stuffing. From a packet, with a few sultanas added.
A boat of gravy. Made with cabbage water.


For pudding ~

A dish of Rhubarb Crumble with oats added. Looks fantastically red when raw but pales a little when cooked, and when mingled with daisy yellow custard takes on a psychedelic look.
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Goodnight x

After the excitement of buying another pre-owned bag (French, Leslly) I thought it best I sit down with a milky coffee.
Xtreme!
Wonderful what a twinkling of brandy can do.

Then...
Cat games. He on table rapidly swallowing chicken/cheesy pockets while I on chair cooed love struck.
T.V. in background. No idea what station or programme, just moving wallpaper.
Prepped tomorrow's rhubarb crumble, an add-in being a handful of oats.
Changed purses on account of changing bags, one now in use has a Chinese feel and is a very cherry red. No bulge though:(
Melted over new lip gloss...Revlon, pink indecent and wet. Pouty pouty.


Then.
Wildness as I burned off a thousand calories grooving madly to Johnny Nash's "You Got Soul." Couldn't resist doing some extraordinary moves, felt as if my hips were oiled. Would hate to lose my soul. Ambition: To be 65 with the youthfulness, guts and legs of a much younger woman. Result? Happy Days!

Then after a sweet cuppa it was down to business...
Chilli con Carne.
Rice.
Tortillas.
Superman.

All in all a thoroughly enjoyable Saturday. Simplicity being the key word. An old bag, a new lipstick, rhubarb and love.


My head has been in the clouds today yet I haven't missed a thing...

Glo causing a slight sensation in Southend.

Kirk the fireman collecting for charity...this picture cost me two quid.

This picture... he gave me my money back!

This handbag is only two hours old, it's so much better than yesterday's one...

If I click my heels three times and wish... I would be taken to Kirk's fire station!

A simple day

For a simple woman.
A trip to the high street for necessities and and white chocolate.
A jazzy p.m. after a fuss free mid day snack.
Creating pizza and verse with sunshine over my shoulder.
Tea.
The cat not veering nor blinking an exotic eye.
A plate of Drop Scones after the 7 'o'clock news. Sweet Indulgence doesn't need time, just a hot hot griddle.
Legs bare and stretched watching BBC 4 and Paul Merton. His love of vintage comedy a cool reminder that Arthur Haynes in black & white was great at impro.
Cat wedged and baked between old sofa and radiator. A sign that he only wants me when the heating is low. But scorched or frosted I love him anyway.

And as a car cries by, its engine full-bloodied loud, I softly walk away...

Red The Colour of shoes, life, joy and the young man on the till

Yesterday's London trip brought forth a pair of flat, red flowered, silky shoes from Jones the Bootmakers. I flipped when I saw them because they are similar in design to my slippers, which although lush were bought in a cut price shop on an industrial estate.
These divine shoes from Jones make me want to skip, float and generally take on an ethereal air. Which I of course did.


Also bought yesterday for a few shillings was a stone/chocolate mock croc glistening handbag, it's puffy and squidgy and has enough room for all my ladies stuff.

Going up the road we found a Y.M.C.A shop. Happy/No Happy.
Prices absolutely ridiculous. I.E. £22:99 for a well used Bally bag. So after reeling from that price tag I wandered around in the vain hope I might find something in the dump bin...
On the top of a pile of chick lit was The Giant Book of Ghost Stories, edited by Richard Dalby, pub 1993.
Ok a bit over priced at £2 but it drew me in with such names as Dickens, Chetwynd-Hayes and M.R. James. I bought it and on the chilly ride home read three stories...A friend forever.

The London Lovelies were ok, they fed me chilli, profiteroles and a Tunnock's Snowball.

Today I wore my 'new' red jacket to go to Sainsbury's and with the stiff red collar pulled up around my silvery hair I looked a little imposing so much so that the lovely man cashier flushed as his hand brushed mine whilst taking my tenner... He did too flush maybe it was my words.. all I said was " Never again shall I wash that hand"

Cooking today:
Pizza, jacket potatoes and a medley of veggies.
For pud sticky caramelly bananas.

Gah!
But now
Yippee!

Idiot face here had another momentary loss of sanity and...............humped a largish table from chilly conservatory into the even chillier front room.
Er....
Wasn't supposed to look like THAT!
But being oblivious to pain and unable to know when I'm beaten I laboured on.
Until...
It came around and kind of looked cosy. What with the candles and all:)

In Other News....
This p.m. I power-walked to the shops in order to buy a carton of....CREAM. On my icy way back, good heavens my feet did freeze, I popped into the charity shop and bought a white blouse and bottle of rich red nail polish. £1:20 for the two.

And then with my freshly washed hair screwed by the wind I trekked homewards...

Cooking tonight:
Corned Beef. A staple in my larder.
Potato Boulangere. Jazzes up anything.
And probably peas. A tinned childhood favourite.

Pud?
Tiny Cheery Chocolate Sponge with jug of Custard. What more could any blogger or man want?