Today we had Cauliflower and Stilton soup. It’s like the soup we had yesterday but I added garlic and the remains of a packet of Stilton. It was much better for the added flavour, though I think the lower calorie version (without cheese) is better for us, and means I don’t have to struggle with my conscience about putting Stilton in soup. It doesn’t seem a good use of what Orwell called “the best cheese of its type in the world”.
I had a blood test before that. She tried the left arm, then the right, then the left again. After that she went for another nurse, who tried both arms again. No blood. So they brought a third nurse in. She went further up the right arm and hit the vein straight away. Four plasters on the right arm, two on the left. It’s a new record!
Some days are like that.
And that, apart from some TV, is all I have done today. It’s 4.30pm and I am having a short break from TV.
No, there is one other thing, I weighed myself while I was at the surgery. Good news is that I haven’t put any weight on. Bad news, of course, is that I haven’t actually lost any. It could be worse, I might have gained, but it’s obviously time to start getting serious about weight loss again. I probably need to become ill again as nothing helps a diet along like feeling too rough to eat. However, it’s a high price to pay for losing weight.
Today’s soup picture is a poor attempt, but I’m not in the mood for a long photo hunt.
An Hokey-Cokey blood test. Now I’ve seen it all
🙂 As I said to Lavinia, it’s karma for all the chickens I blood tested. 🙂
Actually I think it is a great idea for the Stilton. Great cheese can improve any meal.
As culinary sayings go “Great cheese can improve any meal” is the best slogan I’ve heard. 🙂
Your blood drawing experience sounds terrible. I remember having at least one done like that, and it wasn’t pleasant.
Think of this weighing where your weight has not increased as just the plateau before the coming drop. 🙂
Thanks for th4 encouragement, though plateau and drop seem like the prelude to something I won’t enjoy. 🙂 The blood testing is karma – I have done 1,000s of chickens and now it is my turn.
At least you should have warm feet tonight. I love Stilton in a soup but i share your guilt if it is a good Stilton.
It’s one of those 21st Century moral dilemmas. I’ve just contributed to funding for a Hen Harrier radar tracker, when I know I should have given the money to help a starving child . . .
The hen harrier tracker is a very worthy cause in my view. I pay my taxes in the hope that the government will stop children starving.
I’d rather equip Hen Harriers with tiny missiles, but a tracker is next best. All the tracker tells you is that another one has been killed. Missiles, on the other hand, would give them a chance to fight back.
Pheasants should definitely be armed and dangerous.
That would be fun to see.
I would pay to watch.
Me too. I would also breed packs of foxes to chase huntsmen. Much easier than banning things, just level the odds.
Make it a real sport, I say.
Yes, it would improve attitudes in certain quarters.
Soup sounds delicious. And being sick is definitely too high a price. Eat that fruit!
I am!