It’s one of those Saturdays where I had nothing in particular to do.
Leisurely breakfast, drop Julia off at work and take a walk round the park in the sunshine.
It’s not a bad life. I didn’t go shopping because there was a queue for the car park (which would have dispersed my feeling of well-being) and I couldn’t go on anywhere to take more photographs because I really needed to get to grips with something that looks like work.
Life can’t be all ducks and sunshine.
My sister reminded me last night that I have a cookery book I haven’t used yet. She didn’t actually say that, she told me it was currently on sale at half price and did I want her to get me a copy. At that point I guiltily recalled buying it just before Christmas, flicking through it and putting it to one side for later.
I have two sorts of cookery books – ones “for later” and ones with food stains. Really I should get rid of them because these days I mainly get my recipes from blogs I follow or from the internet. That means one pile is redundant and the other is a health hazard.
Time, I think, to open the book, work out a menu and write a shopping list. Julia has already started it with three items. For those of you who like shopping lists, it reads:
Black Sloe Potash
You may gather that I have trouble reading her writing. It’s not a one-sided problem, as everyone has problems with mine. I have, over the years, managed to use a squiggle to replace most letters of the alphabet and developed a style of handwriting which even I have difficulty reading. This probably disqualifies it from being called writing.
However, bad as mine is, I still have to buy three items based on the list.
I’m off for another go at shopping now, before picking Julia up. I’m going to buy Lemon Tea, Black Shoe Polish and Beans. If there’s a problem I’ll tell her TESCO doesn’t stock Black Sloe Potash. Or bears.