...A quiet morning in the Horsehound Bungalow.
Remnants of yesterday's anger linger harshly... their tap tap tap of festering resentment making it hard to be kind.
We went out this morning and all through our two hour shopathon we barely spoke. The bustle of stodgy people not making our travels pleasant. But I pushed onwards, over cobbled alleyways to the Co_op and along past the Women's Institute, zizzagging around the buggy brigade and into the library. The sun shone though, so I grabbed it, losing myself in its warmth and bigness.
I love Nature but never more so than when I'm depressed.

Mum's asleep now.
And in between blogging and moving furniture I'm planning tonight's food.
A chicken and pasta bake served with Irish Soda bread made with buttermilk for Mr Horsehound and myself
For mum, two foil baked lamb chops. Pudding might well be a cake.

I see that actor/writer/director Bryan Forbes has died.
Never rated him on screen but as a writer he was terrific. T'was he who  penned the fabulous screenplay for the brilliant 1960 British film, The League of Gentlemen. Forbes played a charming handsome two-bit pianist who extracts money from wealthy widows.......for services so gallantly rendered....
One of my all time favourite films. 
Thanks Forbesy x 

 Bryan is top right sporting the quiff.

Oh Mother Dear...

After an early start we set off for the 20 minute drive to Morrisons.
Everything on list ticked orf then back home, via the Church Charity shop, to Steve McQueen in Bullitt. (VHS 30p)
Sat watching that with bread and cheddar.
Mother then pooped on my feeling of well being by asking if we were going out again today.
Oh Mother Dear. No.
Her constant going - outness is leaving me exhausted and really rather skint. I find it very hard to say NO to her and so consequently 6 days out of 7 I'm parking up, spending money I really don't have and returning home shattered to untidyness on a nuclear scale and over flowing laundry basket.
Yet somehow I'm managing (just) to maintain a reasonably clean  bungalow and garden.
The effort though is telling.
That's why I'm back on the sugar.
I've also learned that to carbo-load is essential if one wants to keep upright. I'm munching through lots of homemade and shop made bread, pasta and rice, meat m'dears is on the 'not too much' list.

Talking of eating less flesh I'll be making a Vegetable Cassoulet for tonight's tea. I found the recipe in a Diabetes Cookbook. :(
Talking of all things grim...
Mr Horsehound won't be home till late so I'll have the company of Mother all evening.
We'll probably watch The Bodyguard.
And as I listen to Whitney  and oggle Kev Mother will sleep in the chair, her pale face contorted, her eyes flickering, poor old bean, her purple and yellow rippled hands bent, propping up her hairy chin and her delicate head awash with dreams of where she's going tomorrow :)

Here I am RELAXING on my new Cappucciono coloured swinging seat drinking a very good cup of sweetened tea. I've had it with being uncomfortable and I've had it with being sugarless.

And here's a baby Goldcrest conifer type tree in its new home, right alongside the conservatory. I pulled up a paving stone thingy, dug in some compost and set the tree down. The guard around it is from Poundland, the scattered yellow pebbles, secondhand, 50p.

In the background a plastic terracotta tub filled with both plastic and real flowers, a few weeds too have managed to sneak in and that's ok, they too can be beautiful. But not the clinging sticky ones, they are a real pain in the neck.

I'm not much of a gardener, I don't worship at garden centres or anything  but I do like being creative, pottering around with ornamental cats, owls and rabbits that type of palaver and when I have a few handfuls of artificial flowers and real pot plants to mess about with that really satisfies my artistic side.
I'll post more pics when I can.

After the district nurse left, mum and myself popped out for an hour, picking up a couple of small things. For mum two old magazines and a custard tart, for myself, a gorgeous cotton apron in a blue gingham and floral design. Homely or what?
Also bought especially for us girls a tiny teapot for two, white background patterned up with two daffodils. Homely overdrive!

Cooking in a Slo-Cooker tonight:
Chicken Casserole.
Thighs braised in red cooking wine, thyme and lemon stuffing, garlic, tomatoes and stock. And to soak up the lovely sauce some mashed potatoes and for colour and vitamins, steamed sprouts:)
No pud tonight.


Now another cup of sweet tea ...............And a check-up on Mother.

Spent most of the day working on the garden. I'm chuffed to say it's unrecognizable!
Grass cut, plants dug in, weeds being seen to be it ever so slowly and my brand new swinging seat in Cappuccino Brown looking gorgeous. This adorable piece of garden kit was bought for me by Hairy Suit, and as he put it together yesterday I wondered where his kindness would end, buying me a canal boat probably such is his love of the outdoors. But for now, I'll happily swing with him.

All this was done after a quick and exciting trip to Eastwood where, courtesy of Hairy Suit's knowledge of supermarkets, I found a lovely little Morrison's.
Mum, Mr Horsehound and myself dawdled around the wide aisles not looking for anything in particular but came out with a fruit loaf, two custard tarts and eight Herta frankfurters.

As I drove away meandering around an almost empty car park, which was free by the way, I decided that Mo's place is the place for me so I'm gonna dump Sainsburys.

It's been a cracking afternoon, watched a bit of snooker, Hawkins holding his own against the brilliantly in form  O'Sullivan (grrrr) then after prepping tonight's tea of roast pork and braised red cabbage I set about creating a garden.
There's still lots to do but I'm pleased with what we accomplished today:)

Now I must fly.... Mother is wilting with the heat and Mr Horsehound and myself with peckishness....

Bird Book and Rose Patterned Silk Scarf

I'm 56.

Mum enjoyed her quick trip to our local charity shop, we didn't buy lots just a couple of small bits. Total Expenditure. £3.
For mum; a checked yellow and blue sleeveless blouse and for me a rose pink lace blouse and silk scarf patterned with ruby coloured roses.
We left feeling upbeat even although at 5 a.m  a bit of my kitchen ceiling had come adrift due to a leaking pipe in the loft. And as a result of that and driving Mr H to the station at 5:45 I was feeling a bit ticked off so when we arrived at the charity shop I wasn't quite with it...So...
I'd parked haphazardly......well crooked, but legalish..... but after bagging our few gems and smiling at the nice lady at the till all I had to do was a twenty point turn to get away. Neat bit of driving though I must say.

Came home and mum went straight to sleep. I  however had more essential things to do like catching up on the snooker, making a fish pie, watering some plants and making some sweet pastry for the Congress tarts I'll bake later

Mum is sleeping more. I am baking more. A good thing all round.

I'll be rooting for Judd Trump this afternoon, his match against O'Sullivan is proving interesting. As I write Judd is just two behind, so catching up to O'Sullivan shouldn't prove difficult for the wunderkind. As I greased some patty tins just now I thought how much like Abraham Lincoln the kid looks. It's the skull shape I think.
At any rate I hope Judd upsets O'Sullivan by going on to win. And winning well...

Bonkers

So Ronnie O'Sullivan is threatening to retire. Again. We've heard this before from O'Sullivan but not with so much ludicrosity attached.
If he's bored he said he might play a few tournaments. Well Ronnie I'm sure snooker fans will be on the edge of our seats waiting for you to pop in now and again.
I have never liked the man. For a common man he displays enormous arrogance but what riles me more is  his contempt for his adoring audiences. In a nutshell O'Sullivan is a ball short...

Last night's post-match interview was both sickening and shocking. Sickening in its insensitivity to his fans and shocking in its contemptible brevity.
Nah, fed up with the game. Only doing it cos I could do with a bit of cash for me kids school fees. Nor bovvered no more.
I think he's Bonkers and won't be sad to see the back of this charmless affront to the game.
Silly boy.

So...... his semi final match today against an inspired Judd Trump will be a treat for fans and a ratings winner for the BBC...Fortunately for me I'll be out.
But as I sip my lemonade I'll be plumping for Judd.

Mocha Cake

Very easy to make.
Uses oil instead of margarine or butter.
Makes for extreme moistness.
And the key word for this cake is LOW. Low on oven shelf and lower heat. Lower in fact than is said recipe.
The two 20cm sponge cakes rise effortlessly, perfectly...slowly to cake heaven.
If you do follow me I guarantee NO CRACKS. 

The icing and filling are a whizz to make.
Tub marg (not low fat nonsense) sieved icing sugar and cocoa (can't believe I'm telling you how to make icing) and to bring it all together...Camp coffee. Straight from the bottle.
Beat till ultra smooth.

Snip around the cooled cakes clipping orf sharp bits IF THERE ARE ANY! I use the scissors I cut bacon with but you can use whatever you like, makes no difference to me, if nail clippers are to hand then go for it.
(talking of which, Mother's toe nails are lovelier now, not so bent and yellow)
I digress.

Spread Apricot jam on one sponge then smear on some icing. Might be wise at this point to plate it. Then carefully lay your second sponge on top. Mmmmm
Then, with gay abandon, lash on MORE icing till your icing bowl is clean.
Peak it ONLY if you have to.


Last night's dinner was one of my best.
I did Lamb en Papilotte.
Chops in paper.
Sublime. Simple. Silence when Scoffed.


I hope you try the cake it's really nice.
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