I haven’t quite written the post about the Gibraltar £20 coin I promised yesterday as it’s taking a bit longer than I anticipated. Instead, I’m going to ramble on a bit and, having fulfilled my self-imposed requirement to post every day, I’m going to slink away.
The morning was quite bright and pleasant, and we had quite a few parcels to do. The proprietor had been in on Sunday to pack some, which made life easier, though we still had nine parcels to pack, including several with multiple contents.
One of the orders came with a set of packing instructions. I hate it when people do that. Do they really think we aren’t going to pack things properly? I often think of writing back to point out that I’m grateful for their note as the idea of proper packing had never occurred to me…
At the Post Office someone drew up in his Mercedes and parked so close to the shop that he nearly blocked the door. I deduced a number of things from this, including that he probably had parcels to post. So I put a spurt on, got to the door before him and ensured he couldn’t get past me before I got to the counter.
A queue quickly built up and he muttered to the next man in the line. By the time I’d finished there was a queue of seven, all muttering. Tough, I thought. I’d rather be the one at the front being hated by everyone behind me, than the one at the back waiting. Post Offices, when you have bags of parcels, encourage a certain hardness of outlook.
We had sweet potato and peanut curry tonight, cooked by Number One Son. It was very good and I may add it to my repertoire.
Julia has bought some sprouts in batter, with Camembert dip, for our traditional Christmas Eve buffet. She said they sounded so bad she couldn’t resist trying them. I can understand that. Apparently not many other people felt the same way as there were still stacks of them left in the shop.
I’ll let you know how things go.
I hope you survive the battered sprouts. I have reported you to the proper authorities for grilling your child. Children should never be more than lightly boiled.
🙂 I am pleasantly surprised by the lack of reaction to the battered sprouts. We are having stir-fried sprouts with chestnuts tomorrow so I am giving my digestive system a thorough test.
Good luck.
Love that Robin! The sweet potato curry sounds grand. If you make it, give us the basics so we can try it at home. And a very merry Christmas to you and yours!
Will do. I will grill the child before he leaves. Happy Christmas to you and the family. 🙂
It has its roots in this recipe, though our version had crunchy peanut butter and no spinach. 🙂
https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/satay-sweet-potato-curry
Thanks, Quercus. I will be trying it soon.
Hope you like it. 🙂
The curry I could do, but, although I do like Brussels sprouts these sound disgusting – so I wish you all well. Great Post Office action.
Happy Christmas to you and Jackie and the family. We’ve already started the pre-Christmas snacking and the Brussels were surprisingly palatable. I’m going to give it 24 hours before I make a full report.
🙂
That is a beautiful robin stamp!
Do you mean brussels sprouts in batter? The sweet potato peanut curry sounds good!
It was good. Yes, Brussels in batter. They were very pleasant, though I’m going to give it 24 hours before delivering a final verdict.