Press this link if you want to see a rant in defence of rugby, which is currently under attack from various people whining about how dangerous it is for kids. It’s more dangerous for adults. I crocked myself quite badly during the practical section of the referee’s course where a child would merely have bounced up and carried on running.
Here are some pictures of the cookies we were given at the meeting yesterday, which were still warm when we ate them. They were from the recipe given at the cookery demonstration last week, but as I wasn’t there I’m not sure what the recipe was. My verdict – good and chocolatey and probably good for me as they seemed to contain fibre. As usual I didn’t remember the picture until the end. They were the best bit of the meeting.
I’ve been writing the minutes today, and still can’t believe we did so much talking about so little of importance.
Today we took some photos of the new goats (seven born in one weekend – no I can’t tell you how it was done, and I doubt I could do it again).
We followed up with soup (sweet potato, potato, onion, chilli and garlic) from the soup maker and made bath bombs with dried roses roses on top and Mother’s Day cards with foam flowers.
And yes, I’ve been waiting for the right time to use that title! The only problem now I’ve used it is that I may have used it before – on going to find a link for Ernest Dowson it seems familiar. Not the poem, the finding of the link to the poem. If I have done it before I apologise, if not, maybe I should reassess my stance about sports which lead to repeated blows to the head.
Love the title! And those cookie pictures? I think I’ve just found another way to photograph food to make it look even more delicious. Thanks. 🙂
I’ve just photographed soda bread – NOTHING can make that look edible!
The baby goats look so cute.
I’m pretty much immune to lambs and chicks but I have to admit a baby goat always brings a smile to my face.
I am sure those biscuits are very good for you; they look as though they would be full of fibre 😉
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Don’t care about rugby. Just remember going to talk with some members of the women’s rugby team in college. They were all much bigger and taller than I was, so I wasn’t tempted to join the team. Your goat looks a bit like Bruce Goodman’s Billy. Perhaps they’re relatives…
The thing about goats is that they are ancient and mysterious animals and you never know what they are thinking. 😉