Monstrous Fish and Chips
We have had a good couple of days. We aren’t fully moved in yet, but we have enough stuff in the new house to move in and spend the night.
We had, as you can see, fish and chips. They were actually a bit salty for me (we don’t have added salt but I think they add it to the batter). The portions are also monstrous, so we are going to have to cut down once we move in. One portion of chips and probably one fish will do for two of us.
Julia packed the Christmas duvet cover. Well, I think of it as the Christmas duvet cover. It’s tartan, which is associated with Christmas for me because it is often in Christmas colours and because it reminds me of the tins of shortbread that always come out at Christmas. It is, of course, also associated with Scotland, as is shortbread. I just looked up the legislation relating to tartan, as it was, I thought, made illegal after the 1745 Rebellion. In fact, as so often with these things, the truth is slightly different. It was restricted from 1747 until 1782, but it wasn’t actually made illegal. having said that, the punishment for a second offence was transportation, so it was probably wise to avoid wearing it.
That’s my book – not the one on the bed in the picture. not quite as spiritual as the one by Patrik Svensson, but neither am I.
Along with effective heating, the flannelette made for a warm night and by the early hours of the morning we were both too hot (despite the heating having gone off before midnight). It’s unseasonably warm at the moment, but will be going down to freezing at nights next week. Until then we have switched the heating down another notch.
It’s just another sign of old age. I have slept most of my life in unheated bedrooms, often with the windows open, but over the last few years I have started to look at heating, and we regularly use hot water bottles now.
On the way back to Nottingham we took a loop through Northamptonshire and went to Geddington to look at the Eleanor Cross. I think I’ve mentioned them before, which is another sign of increasing age . . .
Eleanor Cross at Geddington, Northants.