Still quite busy but happily so. Shop, collect meat from butcher - wrap, put away in freezer. Pack away other shopping - abit like provisioning a ship. But we don't seem to do it that often. Certainly not more than three times a week.Then cooked bolognese sauce for evening meal.
Collected Hannah from Burton Joyce for her sleepover. Not sure who is more excited - Hannah or her Grandma?
Picture 1 is a close-up of another of David and Helen's 'Heavenly Blue' With the sun shining though them they really look uncanny.
These artichokes are looking very distinguished at the moment and are rewarding us for not chopping them off. It's a matter of taste of course, but they make me think "Where is Van Gogh when you need him?" You will just have to imagine the yellow!We returned to Brinsley via the ford and drove through it fairly fast which Hannah thought was great fun. There were no other vehicles or people around so we didn't qualify for an ASBO.
The 'spagbol' was a success and Hannah is now so grown-up she has her spaghetti left long. Obviously more grown-up than Grandad who cuts his into manageable pieces - otherwise he finishes up with it all over the place. Shirt, beard, trousers etc.
Going to leave it there. Busy day again tomorrow..............
Yes, I really do like the light that through yon blue bloom breaks.
ReplyDeleteWe've done the Pepsodent joke (to which schoolgirls of Sandra's era managed to give a 'mucky' twist) and I am not sure that artichke seed haeds merit much attention. But 'chacun a son gout' as those inclined to eat them might say (for myself, I consider them hugely overated as food - far better as ornament).
I too lose control of spaghetti and end up looking blood-spalttered. But isn't that the point? (In a superior Nottingham Chinese restaurant, where the attempted use of chopsticks had left me surrounded by a bucketful of stray grains of rice, I was informed by the waiter that on my next visit I would be asked to eat in the carpark,)