On Friday I experienced an uneasy feeling, which grew through Saturday as I realised that I probably had a blood test this morning. I say “probably” as I had neglected to make a note in my diary and I had mislaid the letter giving me the next date.
Eventually I found the letter (which also counted towards my decluttering quota) and confirmed that I did indeed have a blood test this morning.
In the manner of these things, the plan suffered a set-back. I woke at 6.15, summoned by my bladder and then went back to my nice warm bed bed. That meant that instead of leaping into action at 6.30 I hauled myself out at 6.45 and the whole day started slower and later than intended.
There wasn’t much of a queue and the phlebotomist hit the vein first time. I bled well after they removed the needle and I’ve had no panicky phone calls so I’m presuming all has gone well.
As I left the hospital I noticed that the day was much lighter than it had been three weeks ago for my last test. Spring is definitely on the way.
I’ll leave out the boring bits – parcels, swearing at other drivers, TV – the normal stuff that makes up my life.
Tonight we had the beef stew I’d meant to cook last night. (We ended up with frozen veggie burgers due to time constraints). It turned out reasonably well despite my normal cooking technique of chucking stuff in and seeing what happens. I keep meaning to learn how to cook properly, but I never get round to it.
It’s cottage pie tomorrow. I made it while I was doing the stew. It’s good to be a day ahead.
That’s about it for today. Nothing interesting happened and I have 23 minutes left to post.
The plans were –
- Publish the post I meant to do last night
- Pick Julia up from work
It’s actually difficult for that to go wrong.
Tonight I will do some decluttering and some cooking.Not much, just enough to say I have carried out the last two elements on my list.
Nobody needs to know I intended to clear the dining room table or cook four meals in advance. A carrier bag of books will suffice, as will a simple beef stew. It was going to be venison (it’s healthier and everybody likes Bambi) but they didn’t have any in the supermarket. They had some last week, which is what gave me the idea. Typical.
Cookery isn’t so bad when you think of the alternative – watching the depressing news on TV, watching equally depressing non-news or watching poor quality repeats.
Ah well, where are those onions…
Crocus at Nottingham
Snowdrops at Ruddington
Some Spring photos, hopefully the first of many.
I’ve just been looking at the early months of 2017 on the blog. I seem to have had a much more interesting life in those days, though I did have more spare time, which probably helped. Annoyingly, I also seem to have been a better writer and proof reader.
That gave me the idea for the title, and sent me off to You Tube for an hour or two of nostalgia interspersed with cooking, picking Julia up and checking eBay.
That’s the trouble with the internet – always so much distraction.
I have put the leftover curry in the fridge (for my lunch tomorrow), made the tomato and vegetable sauce for the pasta bake and am currently roasting chicken and vegetables. I keep meaning to take photos but I always forget.
We were planning on seeing the seals at Donna Nook this week, but the weather forecast for Wednesday is looking bad – high winds and rain. We may leave it another week. I actually wrote a second post about the seals last year.
Loking at last November I’m struck by how little we are now doing, and, at the same time, how much remains the same.
I also need to know how to search my own site, instead of searching entire months for infornation. Does anyone know?
It’s just taken me five hours to start the computer after many false starts and a variety of labyrinthine attempts.
At times like this it is, according to Julia, useless to threaten the machine or use language “like that”.
The lesson I learnt was simple. If you learn a lesson once, profit from it.
Do not, as I did, put it off until tomorrow.
I’m off to cook now.
While I am cooking I will reflect on my capacity for stupidity.
And my declining appetite for turkey sandwiches.
Tomorrow we will be having turkey and ham pie. The picture is of a previous attempt.
Another Limerick? I’m spoiling you with all this culture aren’t I?
This one is devoted to the people behind two of our most prolific bloggers – Jackie and Mrs Tootlepedal.
The juicy jalfrezi of Jackie,
The toffee pudding of Mrs TP,
are both justly famous
and you cannot blame us
for wanting an invite to tea.
I’m still struggling to fit Tootlepedal into a poem. I can get the rhyme but I can’t get it to scan. I may have to resort to crafty manipulation.
First of all – a correction. I cooked the chicken and vegetables in the oven, not on the hob, so it was actually a casserole and not a stew as I stated in a previous post. It’s a small point but important if you value accuracy.
Apart from that, there’s been drizzle, a poor attempt at a rainbow and cheesecake to follow the casserole. (We bought it on the way back from the leisure centre, my cheesecakes are better than bought ones, but tend to be runnier and crumblier and harder to eat with panache.) Though it’s tangy and lemony, and makes you tabs laugh, as they say round here, it does tend to get spread down your shirt, in your beard and on the table.
Casserole – before
Casserole – after
You may be wondering why I’m posting three times today, when the first was sufficient. The truth is that it helps me avoid hoovering, and gives me an excuse to use some of the photos I took this afternoon.
My latest way of improving my life is to take photographs every day, declutter every day (even if it’s only a small amount) and to write every day. That means you have to look at photos of a drizzly day, but I’m sure there are worse things.
Pale Rainbow over Mapperley
Well, we’ve wrapped presents for the bran tub on Saturday, sorted out the Santa presents, put up more decorations, eaten sweets, fed the animals and chased a duck in the half-light to get it back in the barn. Turned out to be a wild duck attracted by the duck noise, and duck food, of our resident group.
I had a go at photographing the poultry, but as you can see, they have a sixth sense for spoiling a photo – almost like the auto-focus alerts them. Then it’s head down, turn round or do something else unsuitable. I gave up after these shots. That’s why I’ll never be a top wildlife photographer. That and the lack of lions in the Screveton area.
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I now have enough red cabbage in the oven to feed a large group of visitors, and by good fortune I also have a large group of visitors booked in for tomorrow. They are planting trees and having lunch. There will also be sausages on the menu (including vegetarian and gluten free options), baked potatoes and those posh little carrots I can never remember the name of.
The words “red cabbage” will have alerted you to the answer to the title question I suppose. It was simple, but I am, as ever, short of inspiration for titles.
The Woodland Trust sent us copies of their report with pictures of the Quercus group in it, which will cause some excitement on Wednesday when we hand them out. They would have caused some excitement today but the postman delivered them to the wrong address and we didn’t get them until after they had left. There were only 60 houses in the village at the end of the 19th century and I’m willing to bet there aren’t many more now. What are the chances of a wrongly delivered letter?
Apart from speculating on that all that is left to do is clear up and do some last minute shopping for tomorrow.