Because if you’re going to make a chocolate teapot in the middle of the night, you might as well make a milk jug to keep it company… (And also because I am more likely to be asked to make a chocolate teapot than to walk even the first mile…)
Usually, when I get on the train in the morning, it’s full of other people who are all minding their own business, and presumably trying to wake up before they get to work. People read if they have space to hold a book or a phone, or stare out of the window if they don’t. […]
(Written on Thursday 26th, but apparently didn’t upload properly..) *** This summer, we grew the best part of a million tomatoes. I gave lots of baby plants away, but most of them stayed with me, and I’m too soft to throw healthy plants away… *** I had a vision of making jars and jars of […]
“Bad weather is good for the soul – it gives you something to complain about”
Once upon a time there was one glasblower, one phone and one number. A little while later, a second glassblower arrived. Shortly after his arrival, there was a small argument resulting in a second phone and a second number. Time passed. Last year, I strolled onto the scene and used the first phone without so […]
🙂 Goodnight people! Sleep well! 🙂
Go and visit Claudette. She’s one of my bestest blog-friends, and it’s her birthday today (HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAUDETTE! :)). Also, my blog is 3 years old. And it was my birthday on Friday. So. Everything points to having a Blorthday Party. I’m not really sure how Blorthday Parties work, so you’ll have to help me […]
While we changed the worktops in the kitchen, the fridge was banished to the bathroom, where we danced round it, trying not to get any of the decades worth of dusty grease on our clothes in passing. In the end, DB had a bath while I bathed (= scrubbed) the fridge ;). Both looked and […]
This is a very small pile of enormous chunks of tree: The pile behind the house is a LOT bigger. We rolled, heaved and wheelbarrowed it all into a huge heap. I was probably not as much help as I could have been, because I stopped to look at the ivy, And the rings, and […]
Can someone please explain why my brain feels the need to produce guilty-conscience-feelings for vacuuming so noisily during 5 minutes of DB’s TV programme (which he was dozing through anyway), whereas his is perfectly content to relax so lazily through my cleaning??? It’s not as if I mind him lying on the sofa, watching TV […]
Every year, I make a load of mincemeat, for myself, my family, and anyone else who wants some. Every year, I make it up as I go along, and no one’s complained yet. This is part 1 of the recipe – insofar as it can be called a recipe – for 2015. *** A word […]
DB’s parents both tend to talk (to me, and anyone else who’ll listen) at the same time. As a result, I often don’t understand either of them (or at least can’t follow either topic properly). Three simultaneous conversations between the four of us are no rarity. I suppose I should offer a fourth, but I […]