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Lunch (which was several hours ago now but I forgot to mention at the time) was cheese and ham toasty made for me by HWMBO.
Discovered that the consultancy I'm working with sent everyone an afternoon tea that was delivered today. They didn't know I'm in Scotlandshire so my caretaker got the benefit of that gift.
Lunch (which was several hours ago now but I forgot to mention at the time) was cheese and ham toasty made for me by HWMBO.
Discovered that the consultancy I'm working with sent everyone an afternoon tea that was delivered today. They didn't know I'm in Scotlandshire so my caretaker got the benefit of that gift.
Tea: the last of the roast lamb with carrots & onions, nearly boiled it dry, stewed pears and custard, 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea, half of which nearly got poured down the sink before I realised.
Entertainment: "Aliens (1986)" with that Sigourney Weaver and that Kyle Reese.
War Factories (Colt) on Yesterday at 20:00.
Some thing about walking Roman Roads on 5+1 at 21:00.
Dinner was another lamb steak with chips and peas, and more mint from the garden.
and more Chablis from the bottle.
ents is Lewis (apart from the brickbats i've chucked in the general direction of General, specifically )
it's all fun and games untill someone loses an eye, as a scottish author named a book, once
It had turned chilly out when I took a load of stuff to the car earlier.
Then I watched TdF while HWMBO slaved away in the kitchen.
He came in for a sit down after doing all his dinner prep and offered me a G&T or other cocktail. Being a nice GF, I offered to make a cocktail for him.
After a while of going through a cocktail book asking, "got this?", "got that?", I finally settled on one.
I couldn't then find something on a shelf that was right in front of me (didn't even have the "it's behind something" excuse).
The glasses I needed were in a high cupboard that required me getting some steps out.
I grabbed a glass, wobbled, the glass flew out of my hands and landed in a frying pan with a big shard landing on top of some potatoes that had been prepped earlier. I swore.
I gathered up the big shards and, as HWMBO had come in to see what I'd done to his kitchen, handed him the potatoes and advised him to check for glass shards.
The frying pan and another saucepan needed rinsing to clear them of glass. The floor needed a sweeping to make sure no stray shards remained.
The glass has chipped the frying pan.
A replacement glass was sourced and I then made what turned out to be a reasonable cocktail.
I don't think I'll be allowed back in the kitchen.
At least it's not as bad as the time I smashed a set of six plates that belonged to his ex-wife....
It had turned chilly out when I took a load of stuff to the car earlier.
Then I watched TdF while HWMBO slaved away in the kitchen.
He came in for a sit down after doing all his dinner prep and offered me a G&T or other cocktail. Being a nice GF, I offered to make a cocktail for him.
After a while of going through a cocktail book asking, "got this?", "got that?", I finally settled on one.
I couldn't then find something on a shelf that was right in front of me (didn't even have the "it's behind something" excuse).
The glasses I needed were in a high cupboard that required me getting some steps out.
I grabbed a glass, wobbled, the glass flew out of my hands and landed in a frying pan with a big shard landing on top of some potatoes that had been prepped earlier. I swore.
I gathered up the big shards and, as HWMBO had come in to see what I'd done to his kitchen, handed him the potatoes and advised him to check for glass shards.
The frying pan and another saucepan needed rinsing to clear them of glass. The floor needed a sweeping to make sure no stray shards remained.
The glass has chipped the frying pan.
A replacement glass was sourced and I then made what turned out to be a reasonable cocktail.
I don't think I'll be allowed back in the kitchen.
At least it's not as bad as the time I smashed a set of six plates that belonged to his ex-wife....
Maybe next time you should just supervise while he does all the actual work
Ents, while being tortured by the delicious smells coming from the kitchen, is something on iPlayer - Britain's Biggest Dig, about what's been found under St James' Gardens (a former cemetery) as part of the HS2 excavations
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