And Suddenly . . .

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. . . the Day was Gone.

Black-tailed Godwit and Dunlin

Like some sort of magic trick, my day disappeared.

Julia returned around 4pm, I made her coffee and a bacon sandwich. I had cheese on toast. Sunday is a funny day – we tend to have a late breakfast then nothing until she returns from the cafe, as she often has leftovers. There were none today, because they had been busy with a lot of people making use of the improved weather to get out. 

The danger of left overs is hat if you don’t make plans around them, they can end up as an extra meal. I don’t need to eat an extra meal. But if you plan to have them and they don’t arrive, things can be tricky.

Brent Geese at FRampton Marsh

Sometimes we get nothing. Sometimes it’s a slice of cake between us. Occasionally it is a sausage roll or even a pasty. I always feel a bit guilty, but if we didn’t eat the leftovers they would only be thrown away. We could, as we have discussed, make a donation, but what’s an appropriate donation for a piece of slightly dry cake or a pasty that has been held in a heating cabinet for most of the day?

Anyway, there I was with cheese on toast. The Winter Olympics were on and we were discussing the performance of the British team. It’s disappointing according to the press. Considering we are generally not good at sport I think it’s miraculous.

Anyway, the day dissolved into TV and the grocery delivery and tea and before I knew it the Pottery programme was on and then Mock the Week and Julia was waking me up telling me it was time for bed.

Little Egret – Blacktoft Sands

I could do a couple of hundred words on the judges’ comments on the Pottery show, which didn’t always align with what I was seeing on the TV (i.e. made me wonder if the judges have favourites on these shows. We often play Guess the Winner in the first few episodes based on the way the judges relate to contestants. We are often right.).

Then I could go on to discuss Mock the Week. It was better this week with a more balanced team but I’m not sure if I enjoy it as much as I used to do.

Perhaps I’m growing up.

Anyway, that’s why the post I planned as Sunday’s 3rd ended up as Monday’s first. It may, of course, be Monday’s only one at this rate.

Talking about growing up . . .

Photos are from February 2017.

 

19 thoughts on “And Suddenly . . .”

  2. tootlepedal

    My corner of the press has been generally upbeat about the British effort in the Winter Olympics. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching it but it does seem very artificial. I would run a much simpler version with just cross country skiing and speed skating in it, with perhaps tobogganing on real snow if conditions permitted.

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  3. Laurie Graves

    Wonderful picture of Julia. Far better than the one Clif took of me, which I’ll be posting today on my blog. And I agree that it’s great that you don’t let food go to waste.

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      I’m sure the photo is equally as good. I am in awe of anyone who would voluntarily live in a place with that much snow. I’m still puzzled about my second son living in Toronto. His cousin going to Australia seems much more sensible. 🙂

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Last night we had a very nice curry using he remains of the pea soup for the sauce. 🙂 At one time I would have been considered a miser, now I’m fashionable. Who would have thought?

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