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Tuesday night dinner

Out shopping with Munki the other day I was distracted by the huge display of fruit and veg on display when suddenly I heard a crunch, swiftly followed by another one.

“What the…..” my attention was swiftly turned back to the child in my care who I discovered was happily munching on a red pepper she’d lifted off a shelf. “Oh my Gawd. I haven’t paid for that.  I hope they sell them by the unit and not by weight, you little monkey, Munki.”

“It’s nice Nanny. Do you want some?” She slobbered as she took yet another whacking great chunk out of and then waved her stolen goods vaguely in the direction of my nose.

“No thank you. Let’s get this stuff paid for, shall we?”

Shopping duly paid for we set off home and everything was put away.

I forgot all about the red pepper incident until  I came to use it.

Holey Red Pepper

We decided not to bother with it in the end.  It was the thought of all that slobber, even though I’d given it a good wash before putting it away. For the same meal I decided to make some bread. It turned out to be a loaf with character:

Sunken bread

And to think I used to work in a bakery. The shame (mind you, it was 30 years ago).  It tasted ok though so it soon got polished off.

Some friends we haven’t seen for ages came for dinner last night.  These are our genteel friends.  He’s a magistrate and I’m not saying he takes it Very Seriously or anything but I think he’s planning to get couple of columns with stone balls on top to put outside his house. She’s a banker and  an ingenue through and through. So feminine, delicate and ever so  ‘just so’.

I don’t know why they bother with us, we’re anything but genteel. I think they must come to see how the hillbillies live.  It was lovely to see them  and catch up – and get  some intelligent conversation for a change.  I can’t keep it up for long though, the real me soon breaks through and it all goes downhill.

We didn’t get off to the best start when I opened a bottle of rose wine and it was like vinegar. My friend sipped it politely and would have continued to had I not declared it vile and binned it. The look of relief on her face was clearly evident. Bless her, she’s so polite.

The food was ok, nothing amazing.  Mr Sainsbury provided a 3 bean soup which I modified to make it look homemade. I served it with  herb bread that didn’t collapse in a heap when I took it out of the bread maker.  That was followed by chicken in a  cream and leek sauce and then  home made apple pie and custard (obligatory for Boofuls), ice cream or cream.

Three courses on a Tuesday?! They were honoured!

Right, it’s time to go and get on with the day. I’ve got loads to do and not a lot to share with you today so I’d better get moving. TTFN.

May the 4th be with you.

Hahaaaaa!!! I’ve been waiting all year to say that!


So. Are you ready for Christmas yet?

That was the question I was asked at doggie boot camp last night by one of the other inmates’ owners.

WHAAAAAAT!!  It’s still November, get a life, woman!


It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas already. Mostly on account of all the pre Christmas birthdays we have going on. Baby Bunting will be two on Friday.  Where did all that time go so quickly?  Her birthday is swiftly followed by my sister, niece, grand daughter and son (not necessarily in that order) so in order to keep up with all the birthdays I have gifts secreted all over the place.

As normal at this time of year, clients who have been thinking for months, “Ooh, I fancy a family portrait for Christmas, I’ll ring up and book it” are now on the phone wanting to book in sittings and get the goods before Christmas. I of course, just like Father Christmas himself have a team of elves knocking out canvases and acrylics right up to the big day.  Or so these people seem to think. Ho sodding ho.

Quite a large part of today has been spent personalising Christmas cards for various people. Hang on…….considering I was just saying ‘it’s still November, get a life blah blah’ …this post seems to be terribly Christmas orientated. Crap. It’s got me. Bah humbug.

To be honest, there aint a lot else to talk about at the moment. Not that there isn’t a lot going on – I just can’t talk about it since my policy of not airing other folks dirty washing in public still holds. Life is just a bit too interesting for some people at the moment. Hope it all calms down soon.

The weekend should be a better source of gossip. We have friends coming for dinner on Friday night. I’m really looking forward to that. Menu suggestions would be gratefully received though as I haven’t a clue what to cook.  I’ll probably end up doing what I normally do and get them all bladdered so they are to drunk to notice how terrible the food is.

That ok for them but won’t work for me though because I have to keep  clear head and be on my best behaviour for Saturday when my sister is bringing the new boyfriend to stay for the weekend.  I’ll probably end up inviting the rest of the family round as well and make it an informal drinks party. That’s so much better than sitting on the settee nursing a sherry and trying to make small talk. You know the stuff.  Every sentence begins from a standing start with ‘So….’

Not only that but everyone laughs just a bit to heartily at comments that aren’t even funny. Doncha just hate those evenings? Makes you want to rip your eyeballs out.  I know! I’ll make ’em play ‘Twister’ that should break the ice if there is any – one sincerely hopes not (nursing bad memories of the last boyfriend ).  If ‘Twister’ doesn’t work I’ll resort to that age old technique if getting them bladdered!!!  (Yes sis, I know you read this ;-D).

We learnt the, ‘ Just get them drunk,’ technique of hosting from our friends in Belfast. When we were due to visit them once, one of their family asked what on earth they were going to do to entertain ‘The English’.  “Feed ’em and get ’em drunk, of course!” was the reply. And that is exactly what they did! We had a wonderful time.

Anyway, back at doggie boot camp…..Mrs Woofy was BRILLIANT!!  She completed a difficult course of nine high jumps in record time. leaving me  running along in her dusty wake shouting, “over. over, over”  in a more and more breathless voice as I tried and failed to keep up with her as I’m supposed to. By the time we got to the end of the course I was almost on my knees, red faced, wobbly kneed and gasping for breath while the dog danced round me wanting to do it all again.

Bloody hell, that dog’s fast!  I thought it was only supposed to keep the dog fit!

Why can’t she be a ploddy old beagle or something, I could probably keep up with that.

Did I tell you that I’ve started going to a Cuban salsa class? Boofuls came last week for the second class. What a hoot. You have to love Latin music. Some of the other class members aren’t the lightest on their feet. When they are counting out the time and marking the steps they are stamping away like clog dancers. There’ll be broken ankles at this rate!  They are a really nice crowd of people though, I think I’m going to like it. I hope Boofuls carries on going as well. I’ll get the bugger fit one way or another!!  (Sssshhhhh – don’t tell him I said that).