As I was leaving the shop today, one of the customers asked me what I was going to do for the rest of the afternoon.
“Well,” I said,”at the moment I’m trying to decide between sitting and watching TV with the gas fire on, or sitting by the gas fire watching TV.”
In fact, I did neither. I fell asleep by the gas fire with the remote in my hand. Julia returned home, gave me tea and biscuits, and described the research she was doing in some old family letters. She has just been sent some by an aunt who is clearing out and they cover things like her grandfather’s WW1 service as a tank driver and his time in hospital after being injured on the night of 14/15 November 1940 in the Coventry Blitz, when he was an air-raid warden. I know I have photos somewhere but don’t seem to have used them on the blog.
I made coleslaw and cheesy nachos for tea, which were tasty additions to the main part of the meal, which I subcontracted out. Yes, another takeaway. It will last for at least two meals under our new frugal regime. The coleslaw was red cabbage, spring onions, celery, pumpkin seeds, mayonnaise and lime juice. In other words, it was what I had to hand. The celery was starting to droop a bit and the lime was looking wrinkly, so it all went in. In dietary terms it’s not quite an antidote to a pizza, but at least part of the meal was healthy.
A bit more snoozing in front of the fire and a little light computer work completed the day.
I hope the header picture wasn’t too alarming. It’s a bit of a contrast to the last one, even though it’s only about. . .
Actually it’s probably 15 years ago. If the loss of colour and vitality continues the one I take in 2037 may well feature a handful of dust . . .
The coleslaw sounds as though it was made on my soup principle. If it is not dead, it goes in.
I came unstuck a couple of weeks ago, I thing the parsnips had gone a bit too far and the veg stew was not a pleasurable experience. But generally it is a good principle – apart from meat, of course. That is much better dead as it can be tricky making chicken soup with a live one
I probably need to do a new avatar for my twitter and arlingwoman. Yipes. It’s 11 years old and part of that time I was aging at the speed of sound.
🙂 Time just seems to fly . . .
A lovely photograph
None of us look like we did 15 years ago, that is a given. Both are nice photos of you.
Julia’s research sounds interesting. I can’t imagine what it was like for her grandfather to have lived and fought through not just one, but two world wars.
Yes – he came through the first one without a scratch despite the dangerous nature of it and then in the second he was stepping out of the ARP post with a messenger when a bomb struck. He was in hospital for months and the messenger was killed just feet away from him. He was very lucky, though it may not have felt like it